[center] [i]– Crimson Lyceum –[/i] [/center] Lady Treek was in particularly good spirits this morning. She hummed cheerfully as she brushed the last few chairs free of the dust that settled overnight, leaving them nice and pristine for her students. She placed her hands on her hips and scanned the room, nodding in satisfaction, before making her way to a long table staged against a side wall. On the table were numerous small mugs and a few jugs of different flavor teas. A small and fluffy lamb-like creature was resting near one of the table's legs and she gave it a little pat on the head. A few more of the creatures were settled in different places around the room enjoying the coolness of the floor where they rested. The mentor ambled over to her desk and took a seat, crossing her legs and sipping on her own cup of tea while waiting for her students to start piling in. [center]* * * * *[/center] Sir Geldwin sat studiously in his armchair reading over the report Sazel had handed in earlier in the morning. Silently scanning the page, he grinned slightly when came across a well-written statement or an especially intriguing fact. When he finished, he quietly congratulated her for another job well done and filed the piece away with the rest of the Chronicle Club's work. He eyed the photograph still sitting on his desk, and after a moment, unassumingly slipped it into a drawer which he locked with a key. He reflexively adjusted his glasses and grabbed his lesson plan for the day, looking it over for the third time this morning. [center]* * * * *[/center] Sir Kimbra popped another handful of trail mix into his mouth while he checked his pocket watch. Just a few moments until the first bell chimes. He felt energized having taken a gratifying early morning run and he was looking forward to the day ahead. He summoned a strange looking magitech orb that came with an apparatus that he attached to his right hand. Holding the orb in his left, he tossed it over to the other hand where it floated just above the apparatus. He then flicked his wrist as if to toss the orb and it sailed across the room. At a certain point, however, the orb changed course and headed on a return trip towards the mentor. He lifted his right hand and 'caught' the orb, securing it once again in the field above his hand. He continued to toss the orb in this fashion like a sort of magitech yo-yo...one of his more amusing discoveries. [center]* * * * *[/center] Sir Dra'den cruised through the halls juggling a number of the Nidhogen's apples. He tossed them to students as they passed until he was down to one. He wiped the apple on his shirt and took a bite. "Deeelicious!" He high-fived another student as he passed, making his way toward Sir Kimbra. "What have you got here, Tai?" "Some strange device I discovered one day. If it's not a toy in its original realm, then I've repurposed it," Sir Kimbra replied with a chuckle. "You Machina guys are nuts, you know it?" Dra'den gave Kimbra a hearty pat on the back. "Some wild stuff going on this morning...did you see all those apples?! I almost died laughing! Never a dull moment at this place." [hr] [center] [i]– Emerald Lyceum –[/i] [/center] Lady Ashorath and Lady Wyght stood in the halls of the Emerald Lyceum sipping their respective morning drinks and making light conversation. Phylicia had a rather girly mixed berry tea while Asmia drank straight black coffee. They seemed to have caught wind of the most recent incident in the cafeteria. "It doesn't surprise me that Mulryan was involved," said Ashorath, shaking her head slightly. "You're going to have an interesting morning, Phyli." "It's nothing I can't handle," said Wyght, moving a few strands of hair from her face and taking a sip of tea. "Oh, I don't doubt that." Lady Ashorath took another long sip before changing the subject. "Quarterly exams are actually looking quite promising this year. We've had some very bright students as of late." "Yeah, but we've got our share of lazies, too." "We'll just have to push them harder, that's all." "Can you even push any harder, Asmia? Those poor kids are gonna break down." "Not all of them are kids." "Ok, you got me there," Lady Wyght said before draining the last of her tea. The pair continued to chat as they awaited the start of first session. [hr] [center] [i]– Iris Lyceum –[/i] [/center] Lady Lestrelle sauntered about the room straightening chairs and desks. Ambient whirring and clicking noises could be heard from the various small machines performing random tasks throughout the classroom. The mentor made her way to the front of the class where a large board had an equally large sheet of paper tacked to it. She grabbed a nearby marker and began to draw a diagram onto the paper, aided by a couple of small floating machines, each of which wielded its own marker and was programmed to fill in the parts of the diagram that Closi didn't (or couldn't) draw. "Nifty little things, aren't they?" Sir Lestrelle said, suddenly appearing in her doorway. Closi neither startled nor seized her current task. "Very handy, yes, dear," Closi replied in a very noncommittal tone. "Heard your aide got in a little tussle at breakfast." "Oh? Did he get hurt?" "Not yet...he beat up a certain Dracona girl's summon." "Yet? Are you expecting something to happen?" Closi stopped drawing and turned to her husband, letting the bots finish up the diagram. "Eh...you know how these kids are," Matthias said with a small shrug. "Have a good morning, dear." Sir Lestrelle flashed a winning grin and gave his Lady a wink before departing. Closi walked to her desk, folded her arms, and leaned back against it, awaiting Max and the rest of her students.