
Wren
A slight twinkle flashed in Wren's eye as Jonathan explained his Primality. Electricity tended to be a bit rarer than the four 'classic' elements; she didn't need to be told how dangerous it could be "Guess Connor will have to be careful around you then, him being a Water Primalist." She chuckled at her own jab.
"Conveniently, the three of us make a fun set; Air is my element. Together, we make a storm." She flourished her right hand manifesting a breeze that was light enough to be felt between the three of them.
As her mini gale waned, the auditorium lights dimmed until the spotlight on stage directed all attention onto Headmaster James Buchanan. His speech was, predictably, an affair of business. Other than calling awareness to the Anti-Primalist riots, it was the usual fare of the school's history and prestige, and warning the students [in more formal words] to not fuck it up. To the fortune of everyone, the Headmaster kept the speech short.
Her ears perked at the announcement that they'd be going to the Arena; a practical exam to start the year off was certainly a choice. As the counselor rattled off the list of names, Wren worried she and Connor would be split up; this wasn't to be, to her relief."Looks like they're keeping us together!" she beamed at Conor and Johnathan, and swiftly moved towards the gathering of students amassing around Natascha. "You reckon she'll have us fight each other or something? Like some kind of wizard duel?"
"Conveniently, the three of us make a fun set; Air is my element. Together, we make a storm." She flourished her right hand manifesting a breeze that was light enough to be felt between the three of them.
As her mini gale waned, the auditorium lights dimmed until the spotlight on stage directed all attention onto Headmaster James Buchanan. His speech was, predictably, an affair of business. Other than calling awareness to the Anti-Primalist riots, it was the usual fare of the school's history and prestige, and warning the students [in more formal words] to not fuck it up. To the fortune of everyone, the Headmaster kept the speech short.
Her ears perked at the announcement that they'd be going to the Arena; a practical exam to start the year off was certainly a choice. As the counselor rattled off the list of names, Wren worried she and Connor would be split up; this wasn't to be, to her relief."Looks like they're keeping us together!" she beamed at Conor and Johnathan, and swiftly moved towards the gathering of students amassing around Natascha. "You reckon she'll have us fight each other or something? Like some kind of wizard duel?"
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