[h3][color=fff200]Vera Wynn[/color]
11:30 am[/h3]
Vera made her way down the corridor, admiring her painted nails decorated with tiny gems that reflected the light. She had just gotten them done the day before, and was still not over how pretty they were. The city had an abundance of what seemed like everything - beauty salons, laundromats, clothing stores, restaurants... She might just go broke if she kept going out there- wait, no, that would be impossible. Even so, she had to remind herself of what was really important. She had been sent to the academy for a reason, and that was to learn how to control her light ability. After practicing for three months, Vera was rather satisfied with her progress. She was glad to be able to use her ability without blinding anyone. It had been manageable, once she did a little research on her element and taught herself to picture light being made up of many tiny particles. What were those again? Right, photons. She now felt a connection with them, and felt much more in control.

Of course, the academy did not neglect basic education. When the first-years were informed of the different streams of study that they were allowed to choose from, Vera was immediately drawn to the Arts, particularly to visual arts, and she knew exactly why. She had developed a keen interest in design due to her family business, and hoped that she could develop her creativity and design skills at the academy as well. Naturally, the new environment had been rather overwhelming, especially for someone like her who had led an extremely comfortable life. She was grateful that she had a friend and dorm mate to support her and help her learn some independence. Silas was a really sweet boy, though, she wished that he did not have the tendency to spew such unpleasant language at times. She found herself spending less time with him as the weeks went by, due to the differences in their elements and specialized classes.

Vera was looking forward to meeting her art teacher, who doubled as her elemental mentor. She had figured out how to deliberately direct light reflecting off of other objects right into people's eyes, basically creating illusions by making them see what was not in front of them. She arrived at the art room, intending to surprise Professor Dawn with a little prank using her newfound ability, but ended up being the one surprised at the state that the classroom was in. There was paint everywhere, even on the teacher herself. Vera instinctively stopped at the doorway, slightly repelled by the colorful mess, and cautiously peered in.

"Professor Dawn?"

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