[center][h3]Silver Gate Academy Library[/h3][/center]
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Yasu Minori-Schreiber, other than one other student, she stood out just a little among the magic class members. In the normal curriculum perhaps not so, as it was just normal schooling. As she perused the library, which at the moment was near devoid of students but the most studious or introverted, or book-loving, she noticed one curious thing standing out among all of this. A large hat like that of a traditional wizard or witch, buried behind some books, and by some of the movements, quite busily writing and reading away. It couldn't be a teacher, the person was too small, and it was certainly not a student, they didn't wear the uniform, which became clearer as she might flank around to get a better look. The boy of red hair wore a large cape and hat almost as if to make himself look bigger, when in fact the contrast had the opposite effect. He looked like he was fresh out of elementary school by his size. A fledgling junior high student perhaps? But this was the highschool building.

Still, among the books on his desk, many were of interest to Yasu. They all had to do with spells, history of Arcanis, and among them also history of Earth as well, Yasu's own homeworld. She may get closer and hear him speak, he seemed to be rather impressed with this library's selection. Well, Silver Gate was funded by Kreydon's company, which if you were at university level, might be reminded from time to time by Kreydon himself. That aside... There didn't seem to be other copies of some of the books he had on his desk, and they were of interest.




[center][h3]Seidoujima Island - Market District[/h3][/center]
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Seidoujima Island, a rather quiet sort of place, it was honestly more frequented by students than anything else. Some called it an academy town because of this. As Ultana walked down the streets that she had acquainted herself with over the last month and a half or so, she found herself looking at a familiar sight, one that reminded her of herself. A young girl of raven black hair who looked about the age of her classmates was looking around in wonderment. She did not wear the uniform, instead wearing a white blouse and a long blue dress, which she also did not seem entirely comfortable with... Perhaps she was a visitor off-island? Or maybe even an exchange student? She did get the memo in class afterall.

The girl did not appear lost, rather she appeared beyond that. Struggling to read some letters, squinting and looking at some shops wondering what some of it was, and so on and so forth. This was a rather quiet part of the markets. As Ultana walked closer, the young lady interacted with an old man walking with his old wife, and began asking in English where or what this or that was. Ultana should recognise this dialect. It came from her world after all.