[u][h3][color=fff200]Alaira Taenn[/color][/h3][/u]

Alaira crossed her arms and laughed a bit, turning her gaze toward the window she'd just tumbled through, then down to her arm. She looked over her hand for a moment, letting a few sparks dance between her fingertips. [color=fff200][b]"Heh, I suppose so. Quite the rogue's gallery here."[/b][/color] Indeed, she'd never seen such a collection of... shall we say colorful individuals. Not that she was without her own eccentricities. [color=fff200][b]"So, you're a student yourself, yeah? Or just a run of the mill scholar?"[/b][/color] Most of the students were here to master magics of course, but from what she could tell occasionally the college took in people of a more... mundane persuasion that wished to learn. 

However, she soon felt a light ache in her head. She wasn't sure what, but she felt like something was... [i]wrong[/i], and that it involved Lyn somehow. A momentary disturbance. She shook it off. Probably nothing. [color=fff200][b]"Anyway, I suppose I should take my leave soon. Got things to take care of."[/b][/color] She said, sighing a bit wistfully.