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[center][color=6ecff6][u][b]Ｅｌｌｉｅ－Ｍａｉ Ｃｏｃｈｒａｎ[/b][/u][/color][/center]
[center][sub][i][b]Whitecrest, Asnye[/b][/i][/sub][/center] 
[center][sub][i][b]14[/b][/i][/sub][/center]
[center][sub][b]"When you're in the darkness, you only sink deeper into it. Keep the light shining."
- Kenzo Tenma (Naoki Urasawa's Monster)[/b][/sub][/center]
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[center][sub][i][color=7ea7d8]Dear Miss Ellie-Mai,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Kinealle School of Magecraft. Please find enclosed a list of necessary equipment.
We request that you present yourself outside the southern gate of the city of Whitecrest, Asnye by eleven o'clock in the morning on the first of September for transport to Kinealle. Please dress warmly. Luggage should not exceed forty pounds.
If required, reimbursement for the cost of equipment and travel will be available upon your departure, up to the amount of five gold nobles.
Yours sincerely,
Whilma Hare
Mage of Kinealle;
Assistant to the Head Mage[/color][/i][/sub][/center]
[center]Ellie couldn't believe it. 
Parchment in hand, seal gleaming in the sunlight, her heart swelling as porcelain blue eyes skidded over every word, her mind was too busy buzzing around to comprehend the situation. Such an arcane school, Kinealle of all the schools in [i]White Asnye[/i], invited her. To roam its candle-lit halls, to learn and teach others, to care for her dragon friend for years to come. It's everything the fourteen-year old ever hoped for, ever wished. Ever since she was born, she yearned to fly, to meld herself with magic, light, hope and adventure. She wasn't the happiest teenager in the world, and only seeing snow for a lifetime was like a nightmare to her. That's why she latched onto this opportunity, the fancy words written on paper, and held it close to her heart, tears of joy forming in her eyes. Nothing ever felt as exciting, and her heart began to thump in her chest, childishly squealing before she descended the stairs to the kitchen, dress almost making her trip on her way down before she told her sisters, her youngest brother and her mother. And as she had already guessed, her mother had that hunch.[/center]
[center]Days passed, and soon came the morn of the first of September. It was 9 in the morning, 2 hours prior to where she had to be in Central Whitecrest. She lived in the neighborhood, so the ride to the southern gate wouldn't take too long of her precious time. Once outside her door, Ellie-Mai skipped over to the stables and grabbed Osla, her lifelong horse and friend. If it hadn't been for the slight change of weather, there would have been heavy snow gracing the land in its entirety, but thankfully the snow was low enough for a horse to gallop through. Giving her a small treat for the ride, she wasted no time in mounting her, eventually taking off. 15 minutes, as she'd calculated, and two boys and one girl bumped into her when she dismounted. Fairly close to giving them a piece of her mind, Ellie decided against it. She had other things to worry about. "[b]Okay..[/b]" she hummed to herself, bringing out the letter and reading aloud:[/center]
[center][sub][color=7ea7d8][i][u]Incoming students will require:[/u][/i][/color][/sub][/center]
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Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (leather)
One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
One pair of boots (black leather)
1 magical focus (wand, athame, or similar)
1 cauldron (pewter, 12-inch diameter)
 1 set glass or crystal phials
1 set glass stirrers
1 set brass scales[/i][/color][/sub][/center]
[center]As she read, the crowds beside her in the bustling city didn't make her flinch for a second. She'd gotten quite to this. The people of Asnye barely let the cold stop them, and 300 years ago people used to battle dragons on this very land. This land of snow and ice, with one color on the spectrum; white. They were usually the loud kind of people, people nobody would love being surrounded by when awoken at five in the morning, yet it never stopped them. Ellie used to hate this about her people, but soon she grew warmer to it. It made her feel less alone. So, with the guidance of the children, women and men's voices outside at the moment, the blonde moved through the snow in her skirt, her brown stockings doing little to warm her up as she ventured through. Her eyes came across the first shop she met in the marketplace, and she wasted no time in pushing the door open, eyes curiously looking inside.[/center]