Callum nodded and mentally pumped his fist. Kellin's response confirmed his suspicion. He had met a few of them on his many escapades, his younger self desperately wanting to hang out with the "cool kids", and his intuition from the experience didn't fail him this time. He still found the street kids cool, like brave pioneers against a cruel circumstance. Unlike himself, all coddled in the despicable opulence, though he guessed his circumstance was just a different kind of bad luck.

He scratched his neck and straightened back up. He felt bit more confident in telling his past to Kellin. "My old man kicked me out, so I reckoned to come here instead." He said candidly and laughed like it was a bad joke, though there was a tang of bitterness Callum couldn't erase. He was glad, he was sure of it. "It was bad in there, anyway."

He followed everyone else to the Welcoming Committee. Most of their introductions flew over his head, but he was interested in the alteration teacher. She wore a rather interesting choice of clothes and sandals, looking like she just flew over from Osuun with her traditional clothing. She didn't look like the punchy sort alteration teacher, but who knew. Nonetheless, he would probably see her quite a bit, so he just grinned as her eyes scanned over his direction. 

As he looked around the place, he did find himself a bit queasy. Though he knew they were two separate places, the Perenias Castle and the Academy did feel similar in scale and architecture. Callum took a sip from his flask. He'll just have to get used to it. 

He spotted an Osuunese boy (or Callum guessed, judging from the clothing) hurrying over from the airship and waved at him, to let him know that the main group was still here. And just in case he got lost. Callum knew he sure would be, though admittedly Callum's pathfinding skills were probably below average.

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