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Zach made his way to the observation deck as word that they were about to reach their destination spread through the student body on board. The views on the rest of the journey hadn't interested him much; he'd seen similar sights hundreds of times before using his magic on his pet owl Sirocco. Besides, the amenities of the flight had been far more engaging to him. The Chaudoirs were not a poor family by any means, but their choice of residence in a more rural area had limited the luxury that Zach had been exposed to, aside from the rare trip into more civilized lands. Still, getting a glimpse of his new home wouldn't be unwelcome, especially if the campus was as magnificent as they say.

Zach shifted his way around the crowds and took up a spot near one of the windows, eyeing the spires of the academy as the airship approached. The thought briefly crossed his mind that he probably looked rather odd to the other students - his posture was rigidly uptight, almost militaristic, and he was staring out a window despite being completely blindfolded - but, he figured they were probably too focused on the school to notice or care. The architecture was exquisite, as expected of one of the nation's premier institutions of magical learning, but the view afforded by his blindfold made the view even more spectacular. Mana twisted from countless spells clung to the structure like a cloud, superimposed over Zach's vision like a colorful pane of glass when he focused on it. He had expected such a phenomenon with so many spellcasters present, but seeing it himself was a bit daunting.

No matter, the blindfolded boy wasn't here to slack off. If he needed to adapt to using his 'sight' in the saturation of mana present in this new magical environment, then he'd pursue it with diligence and haste just as he would any other academic task he was given.