[h3][color=be8ea6]Emily[/color][/h3][hr][sub] Tuesday, Sept 3. [b]|[/b] The ‘Loft’[/sub]

While Emily waited for an answer, her nose inhaled an odd scent. Most people assumed deaf or blind people had superhuman senses. This wasn’t true, they were just more aware of the ones they had and noticed differences faster. Instinctively she turned toward the door to see Kayla pop up then let a large, needy husky in. She looked at her friends then she made a quick sign that boiled down to 'Uh?' 

She watched the dog follow Kayla back to her seat, finding an ideal place at her feet. It was a cute dog. Emily smiled at the thought of her mother and father mentioned of getting one for her. It would take time because of funds and finding a suitable canine. Not to mention the whole bonding process which lowered her odds.  

Brushing off the thought, she continued to read Mr. Lehrer’s hands. He flowed well and fell only slightly behind the pace of each student's introductions. While she couldn’t hear the tone, she could easily guess they enjoyed this as much as she did. For different reasons completely. She couldn't speak properly, often sounding like a screamer or slow. When her turn arrived, she rose upright and walked to the chalkboard. 

Upon spotting the teacher preparing to translate her words she held up her hand. Emily quickly signed the reason. I will use the chalkboard instead. After he stepped back, she reached for the chalk and began to write neatly on the board. 

[b] Hello, my name is Emily Sawyer. I am deaf. This is my first year officially and it’s a pleasure to meet you all. If you want to chat, I tend to carry a notebook and pen with me. Just tap me on the shoulder and write on your hand with a finger.[/b] 

She set the chalk down and turned to the class, a small smile of pride on her lips. With a casual step, she walked back to her seat.    


[h3]Little Brown Bat[/h3][hr]

A small, dark shape fluttered from the local tree into the Loft’s window. His little legs stretched out his claws and snagged whatever crevices he could. Gently he began to hang down into a comfortable position. Carefully hidden in the darkest part, two little black eyes peered in. He watched Emily walk from the chalkboard back to her seat. The moment she sat down, she began signing to Myles and her other friend. His spade-shaped nose twitched. Feeling it would be a while, his wings folded up against his body and shielded him from the daylight. 

Relief washed over him to see her safe, especially when she evaded his limited sight. His head cocked when he spotted the other magni within the room. Some he knew, like Myles, due to his agreement with the familiar. That they would watch the two magni whenever the other couldn’t. Each one putting forth their own unique skill set to protect the pair. The wolf had smell and fangs, a perfect defense for immediate action. He had hearing and flight, perfect for recon. It was an added perk that he could sometimes get away with flying in broad daylight. Humans weren’t the most observant beings around. 

His eyes never left her as he settled in. When school ended, he would flutter away and follow the pair home.