[h2][color=ed1c24]Alphonse Croix[/color][/h2][sub][@Serei2477][/sub][hr]
With the Monastery's gates finally in sight, Alphonse snapped the book shut and tucked it under his coat as he stifled a yawn. Forced to crane his neck to look at the tallest points of the walled Academy, he couldn't hold back a wistful whistle. Truly the sight would have been best appreciated from among the company of clouds. The fanciful thought distracted him for a moment before he collected himself and focused on the man awaiting their arrival.

Even the most prestigious Academy seemed to follow fairly standard procedure when it came to receiving students. Standing among his peers, there were a few that Alphonse could place, but none he knew personally. Could he really even count Elias if it had been years since he'd last seen the heir? Even if not, he supposed greetings were due in short order; irregardless of which houses they wound up in. 

By the time the new arrivals had been split among the houses though, Alphonse wasn't sure if Yhirel wasn't tugging on the strings of fate himself. Heirs from practically every major House on the continent all in attendance at the same time? The dynamics alone would have made his head spin a bit, but thankfully all of that was a fair bit above his pay grade! Nonetheless it was certainly a boon to networking when he was looking at.. what, five heirs among his peers? 

Taking a deep breath of fresh air as he followed the rest of the Foxes into the garden, Alphonse undid the top button of his coat and tugged on the collar a bit. Allowing enough of an opening for Ruga to finally scamper out, and the diminutive wyvern did just that as it was enticed by the sweet scent. Perched upon his shoulder with its tail around his neck for balance, the wyvern took in its new surroundings with a twitchy energy. 

Glancing aside as the tour slowed a bit with the banter between some of the other students, Alphonse took the chance to approach one of the flower beds. Taking a knee and holding his hand out over the flowers, he gave his pet something of a perch to hang off of as its thin tongue flicked out to draw the nectar. [b][color=ed1c24]"Fan of flowers?"[/color][/b] He asked the other student that had paused to study them before he extended his free hand for a shake. While their names might have been announced while sorting them into the two houses, it was a rather impersonal way to learn each of their names. [b][color=ed1c24]"Alphonse, but Al is fine too."[/color] [/b]