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[b]Gratia Mindaro - Airship Docks[/b]

Standing on the platform and awaiting Silver's arrival was a tall, neatly-presented young woman wearing the jet-black garb expected of students from Haven Academy. The rush of wind that heralded the descent of the grand ornithopter - dull black and grey - onto the landing strip ruffled at her hair, sending the long, black-brown locks flowing into the air behind her. But it did not bother her. Gratia Mindaro was all business, her impassive, steely gaze never wavering as she watched the airship deposit its occupants. Beacon's chill could not compare to that of her hometown's, and in any case, she would not have allowed it to stop her retrieval of Vignoble's newest member.

He was an innocuous-looking individual, anxiously stepping off the exit ramp with luggage in hand. Gratia's onyx eyes clinically studied him from head to toe. A pretty boy who wore a combination of leather pants, tight white t-shirt and a black parka from last season's catalogue ... when including the blue shades sitting in his silver bangs ... he was apparently some manner of twink. Not that it was supported by his fashion sense.

She hoped he would rectify that at some point.

"[color=66cd00]Silver Applegate,[/color]" she called out, her voice powerful and measured as she strode towards him. "[color=66cd00]I assume you know you've been assigned to Team Vignoble?[/color]"