Well, Dawn had to admit to herself that when she predicted an “interesting” semester, she certainly hadn’t expected something along the scale of [i]one[/i] dragon attending as a fellow student, let alone two of them. Her eyes widened, brow nearly rising to her hairline as she rose from the field. There was quite the colorful batch that had assembled, but it wasn’t every day that dragons left their territories so casually. Whatever this academy was, there was no denying its level of prestige. She quickly did her best to compose herself, although one hand planted itself upon the top of her hat, keeping it from flying free anytime soon. 

Her surprise kept her from giving the approaching carriage more than a passing glance, but upon catching sight of someone heading her way, she swiftly turned to face him and give a polite smile. Regardless of the rather...strange company assembled, manners were by far the most important thing in her disposal. 

A boy. Young. Couldn’t be older than fourteen. Of course, it was entirely possible that his physical age differed vastly from his true- the ears poking out from among gold locks marked him as someone far from human- but that didn’t matter. He introduced himself as “Kuro”, although the cat trailing after him- “Yoruichi”- swiftly titled him as a Prince. Dawn looked the two over for a moment, taking them in, before sweeping her hat from her head and pressing it against her heart. 

[color=6A5ACD]“A pleasure to meet you both, Your Majesty.”[/color] Her voice held the distinctive lilt of an accent, but one difficult to decipher. The closest it sounded to was Italian, but with different cadences, different drips of the vowels. [color=6A5ACD]“My name is Dawn Memoli. No title, I’m afraid.”[/color] Smiling, Dawn restored the hat to its rightful position, hiding the foxlike ears that had briefly been visible. 

[color=6A5ACD]“It’s a, ah, a rather mixed bag they’ve got here, wouldn’t you say?”[/color] She cast a glance over her shoulder, in the direction of the other students.

However, the glance soon turned into a stare at the sound of crashing trees and elephant trumpets. 

A complete parade burst free of the forest, blaring instruments and prancing about like some spontaneous Thanksgiving Day celebration. Slaves were dragged along by their collars, peacocks were displayed, and innocent bystanders were nearly trampled upon before they managed to slip out of the way. There were purple peacocks, apes, and…

Oh, Lord.

[color=6A5ACD]“Prince Ali, glorious he,”[/color] Dawn mumbled dryly. Her eyes followed the whole song-and-dance with incredulity. It was a living, breathing representation of the Aladdin movie, of all things. She shook her head, watching carefully until all at risk of trampling were safely out of the way, then as the leader stepped into sight.

And watching as someone cast (rather impressive) illusionary magic to turn what was once a lavish parade into a disjointed, shabby mess. 

Dawn stifled a chuckle at the sight, then put on her best stoic look to make up for it.

[@The One]