[h3][b][color=6ecff6]Celeste Azur[/color][/b][/h3][hr][b]Cafeteria[/b]		[@Eragon][hr]

[indent][color=6ecff6]"Oh?,[/color] Cel snapped back to reality as he heard the lizard-guy's response - partly, [color=6ecff6]"uh, yes! I'm a returning student, been here for two years now. Hadn't been easy but at least got a public magic license so I won't die from constant monster attacks!"[/color]

It wasn't his intention to slap that fact like it was nothing. But, Cel had been involved in too many of them that it had been completely stuck in his mind to be able to fight if anything happens. It was a glorious day for him when he got his magic license and now that he was beginning his third year, it was going to get harder but easier to deal with monsters. At least that's what he hoped. [i][color=6ecff6]What was I thinking again?[/color][/i]

He stared at the guy and assumed he was an earlier generation Chimera, probably three or four, or probably later or earlier. He sighed. He wasn't good at determining these things and he didn't bother to listen, or wasn't able to listen. Habits die hard and learning stuff that doesn't pull him in was harder. He scanned the steady flow of people into the cafeteria and in the corner of his eye, somewhere in the middle of the sea of people, a sort of conflict was going on.

[color=6ecff6][i]A fight? Already?[/i][/color] He pretended not to notice as to not make the lizard stranger misunderstand his distraction as being disinterested. Every now and then, Cel's eyes would drift onto the three people in a confrontation and couldn't help but look at them. [color=6ecff6]Looks like he got into trouble, again,[/color] referring to the one on the ground with his wings stepped on.[/indent]