[@Hazy][@Animera][@sassy1085][@Overlord24][@quietkid13][@KatherinWinter][@Polaris North]

Xade wandered back over to the drop off area having heard the sudden increase in new voices. She'd been here only a few moments before the others arrived but that was long enough for her to be distracted by an interesting looking rock a few yards away; it turned out to be nothing but now she was curious about the newcomers. Of course, she should have arrived on the carriage with all of the others, but her 'mother' always did have her own way of doing things regardless of the rules. Whether fortunate or unfortunate for Xade--whichever the case may be--she herself did not share such a strong compulsion.

However, this interesting group of individuals in front of her piqued her interest. She approached from behind the announcer woman whom had greeted them all, listening intently while fiddling with the warm and pulsing stone hanging around her neck. [b][i][color=a187be]Oh, wow. They're all so... different...[/color][/i][/b] she thought to herself as she took in the scene. One boy looked quite alarmed and possibly fearful and she wondered if he was being bullied by the others, but he spoke up and offered another a book. A few others had serious or even scowling expressions on their faces, while yet others smiled. She knew this was going to be a unique experience one way or another.

[quote=@Hazy] He chuckled. [color=6ecff6]“Coming this fall. Fairytalia Academy where you have to become like them or pay the price!”[/color] He said in a deep voice while gesticulating dramatically.[/quote]

Hearing the topic of conversation--especially the last comment by the one boy--her face turned to a stoic appearance. She found herself joining the conversation without invitation. [b][color=a187be]"Sounds like something mother would say..."[/color][/b] She smirked knowingly to herself, immediately beginning to drift off back to her own thoughts. Their parting had been tense but... not unwelcome to Xade, at least. Her mother was a little more than frustrated that her own creation required re-education to fulfill her set purpose, but the Evil Queen had neither the time nor the patience for it; might as well have someone else do it.

For any who turned to notice Xade, they would see a glowing, pulsing amethyst amulet around her neck partially hidden under a gold-lined purple and black simple gown. She carries a few plain pouches on her hip and her long black hair is down as well as disheveled around her shoulders. Her eyes are the same color as the amulet and almost seem to pulse with the bauble if one stares for long enough.