[h2][b][color=6ecff6]Celeste Azur[/color][/b][/h2][hr][b]Practical Exam Venue[/b]		[@Azereiah] [@Eragon][hr]
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Celeste felt the power of the teacher, who he can't seem to dig out the name in his cluttered mind. He remembered how heavy her power was, though. While he had been on the receiving end of her magic, it was still pretty shocking how powerful she was. Unlike Ohon, she wasn't tired of Cel... yet.

And unlike Ohon, he wasn't a troublemaker. Not exactly. It's just there are times when he'd space out, messes happen intermittently. Whatever, he wasn't going to be the focus today. It'll be on the newbies. He hoped they'd pass. Two years ago, Cel happened to pass, to his surprise. His practical skills was pretty useful, and was pivotal to him being accepted.

Plus, any and all quirks he possessed hadn't been taken into account yet. Cel could look strong and alert too.

The newbies were transported via land vehicle. It seemed the Institute still upheld the standards they had. Cel, however, could vaguely remember a male teacher talking about how they did't want quantity of quality. Whatever that mean, Cel hadn't paid real attention. Maybe, it'd bring some changes to the tests?

Maybe.

Cel followed the newbies. While they were given the first priority for transport, there were vehicles arranged for the staff and older students. Cel joined with the others and waited for a few good minutes. He let himself wander in his own world and was only aware of their arrival because of the sudden jolt that hit him.

He saw that there were a lot of frantic people talking, negotiating with one another. [i][color=6ecff6]Will they be fighting in groups? Did we do that in our time? I don't think so...[/color][/i] Cel looked around and tried to find people he was familiar with. A name came up, Mark? Mariane? Maxim? It was something along those lines. He remembered that the guy who had an 'M' for a first letter for his name was a something-generation lizard chimera. He looked for him but surprisingly, it was hard to find such a physically noticeable person amidst the sea of mages-to-be.

Oh, the sea, how Cel missed it. [i][color=6ecff6]Oh! I know him! That tiny form and wings, Ohon![/color][/i]

Cel gravitated to his fellow problem student, the infamous Ohon. He was quite upbeat, even with the great amount of heat their bodies were releasing, warming up their surroundings. The clouds were heavy up above, they could be gone any moment - but Cel was happy because they were at lealst there. [i][color=6ecff6]I hope it rains...[/color][/i]

[color=6ecff6]"Hey Ohon! Needed to regrow your wings back?"[/color]
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