{M} Falderon: The Beckoning (IC)

[Minkasha]

Arya’s pale cheeks turned strawberry red while he looked down at the hooves. Scanning upward, his gray and blue eyes looked at the young man’s, furry feet…his jeweled tail…the markings on his torso…and finally looking straight up saw the ears and horns. After all these years, this was the first time he spoke to Wooddro, during his union with air he had passed by him…but always kept his distance.

Wooddro was a Faun, the companions of Nymphs. From his childhood, it was the only other race he knew; many of his adult sisters had Fauns as partners. If Arya should feel comfortable around anyone it should have been Wooddro…but…

The Air Nymph looked down and away while moving fingers through his breezy hair nervously, now sitting on his side. “I…I’m sorry I didn’t know you were here” he fidgeted, his bent knees touching and held up to him, the obscuring cloud keeping him descent from Wooddro’s possibly curious eyes. It was Arya’s fault for disturbing him...it must have been, Wooddro must have been enjoying being by himself when he selfishly came here.

Ayra looked back up, cheeks still erubescent, but a puff a smoke caught his attention for a moment…he hated smoke, it made him feel ill...polluted (and there was so much of it in the Human world). He couldn’t look Wooddro in the eye, so he looked at his hooves instead. “I’ll leave you be, I’m very sorry. I hope I didn’t disturb you.” The Nymph got to his feet quickly, the crucial cloud just kept pace with his rise. Arya felt very short compared to the Faun and shrunk in his body language, looking away and holding himself below his chest.

[Chihana]

A guard came into the courtyard, looking around before he walked over to Arya and Woodrow.
"The king desires your presence, please follow me to the throne room." He said as he bowed his head in respect. He turned around to walk for the throne room, but before entering, he waited outside the double door. Since they were the first to arrive, they would have to wait for the other students to arrive as well.

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At the same time, a guard entered the Great Hall, preventing Nirel from walking out.
"I'm sorry to disturb you all in the middle of your dinner, but the king wants to see you all in the Throne Room. Please follow me." he said as he turned, ready to head towards the other room.

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Another guard, an elderly elf, walked around in the garden, obviously looking for something, until he found it. Or him, as you might say. He walked over to Leroy with a gentle smile, as he bowed his head to the apprentice.
"I am sorry to interrupt, mr. Veldshpier, but the king desires your presence in the throne room. If you would please, it would be my honor to escort you there?" he said with a gentle smile.

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Ervin was to be found in the library, and the last guard was quick to find him. Thanks to the servants, it hadn't been hard locating him, and the Orc-guard moved with his big clumsy feet between the shelves before he found the boy.
"Sir Ervin, the King wishes to see you. Please follow me." He said with a deep and hoarse voice. He was obviously not in the mood for jokes, but other than that, he didn't seem unfriendly.

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Jona sighed at Layla's response, but was happy to see her smile, and even more so to see so many of the others ready to help her and comfort her. He petted J'ni on the head, gently and with only one finger, out of fear of crushing her skull.

He looked curiously at Nalria, when she spoke about how little sleep she had had, and couldn't help but wonder if he had infected her with his Insomnia. He didn't mention it though, and simply patted Layla on the back with a small "He'll be better soon. Don't worry." before he stood up, ready to leave the hall.
Before he could go anywhere though, a guard opened the door, and said the king needed them in the throne room.

Jona sighed and placed his plate on one of the tables, the servants would take care of that then. It wasn't like he enjoyed making things harder on them, but these guards were hardly patient, and would most likely smash the plate or pull him along anyways if he said he needed to go to the kitchen with it. So it would simply have to do. If he was lucky, they wouldn't have taken it by the time he came back, and he could return it to the kitchen later.

[Iwazuma]

Leroy was hoping to spar with Nalria, but Nalria seemed to have other plans. "Well, maybe we can spar some other time, I guess....." It was then that the guard approached, asking Leroy to go to the throne room. Leroy sighed. "Well, there goes my free time, but ok, sure." Still, as the guard escorted him to the throne room, Leroy couldn't help but perk up slightly. Maybe the king needed him for a super special mission or something....anything, so long as it didn't involve him using his power. He refused to be responsible for another charred innocent body....

As he walked, Leroy looked at the walls of the castle. They were of an ancient looking stone, and a painting of someone or something important looking was stationed every few paces. Leroy always felt slightly intimidated walking through the hallways; it was as if the people in the portraits were looking down on him and judging him. Leroy tried to shake these thoughts unsuccessfully as the guard led him to the throne room. Leroy took in a breath.....he was too nervous to open the doors at the moment, so he spent a few seconds meditating quietly to gain confidence.

[☆Catwoman☆]

Nalria noticed Jona’s curious expression at her mention of poor sleep, but did not think anything of it. Her keen eyes took in everything and everyone around her, watching in endless patience as her comrades ate and talked. She watched in curious detachment as Ervin ran from the room, smiled in warm greeting as the lovely young Erina and her mischievous squil joined them, gazed at the strange snow elf Nirel a ways off as she tripped while attempting to leave. She took in and silently processed every movement, every expression, every word. Observation was a bit of a hobby, and necessary for a mage.

A guard entered the hall and headed for the apprentices. He made his announcement and bade the apprentices to follow, so Nalria obediently rose to her feet, sandals making only a whisper of sound on the stone floor. She came up beside Jona, who aside from Layla and herself had been in the castle the longest. She knew him well, was proud to call him friend, and admired his abilities, both with air and engineering despite the fact that machines were not of interest to the elf. Beyond that, he was a fiercely loyal companion, always showed respect and kindness, and was ever willing to offer honest advice and input.

“An audience with the king,” Nalria murmured with interest. “A rarity. I wonder what this could be about?”

[Dire Hoef]

[] The Summoning of the King []

Wooddro never really like air, but knew that he was nymph. He shook his head in some displeasure knowing that this nymph wouldn't look in the eyes. While in the midst of this strange displeasure a guard came to Wooddro as well as the nymph.

" The king desires your presence, please follow me to the throne room.", said the guard before bowing and leading them to the throne room.

Knowing the king it must of been important and for this he followed the guard before coming to the throne room doors. Wooddro crossed his arms at the sight of the doors. He didn't have a pleasure of seeing the king first hand, but time will tell when something will happen.

Deep down Wooddro had a strange dark side to personality. Having the ability of manipulating the darkness, he hardly ever used it beyond his control. He had been training to hone down on his darkness ability but with the training came some problems. During the midst of one of his sparring sessions with another Faun like him, he came across some personality shifts. He became something more dangerous than his own well being. Being one of the more weaker students of the class, he would practice weapon and hand-to-hand combat training giving him sort of an edge against the other students. This practice was of course in secret so none of the other students would know about such a thing.

He stood there waiting for the others to arrive, "Oi, Air User!" he called towards the Air User knowing that there was something pulling to him..

[Kaptain Panty]

"Damnit, the world always needs me when its my day off...Well alright, lets see what the man in the fancy hat has to say" Pulling himself up, he gave a quick glance towards the supply create. "Perhaps I should of dumped that off before I got breakfast...Oh well" Muttering under his breath, he grabbed his plate, now toped by half eaten toast, walking over to the fireplace before throwing the food in. Placing his empty plate on the dining table, he went off to the throne room with a soft "Jolly ho" as he left. Whistling an old tune he'd learnt to pass the time away on the occasions he worked into the night, pushing open the dining room doors.

[Waarnemen]

Ervin Makarios Iliad III

Ervin was called out to the library by a tired guard. Ervin felt sorry for the man, and he waited for him. Ervin took a stroll down the hallway and went up the stairs. Granted, Ervin was nervous and wanted to know why. Zathura was too innocent going off or her own, so the man was forced to follow her. There was a long time since he met Zathura's body. As he told Lauretta, "The girl's dead in body, but she's my child in spirit." The girl reminded him of his older sister, and it was his job to facilitate her needs. The tall guard arrived just in time for Ervin to finish his food. According to the orc, Ervin was summoned to the king. Ervin wondered what kind of business the king wanted with them. As excited as the wounds, is expression changed when Zathura released his neck.

Zathura was fortunate to finish her food before the orc arrived. Besides, it was their job to abide by any and all orders given by the king. " Why, it seems that you can't hide your excitement. Calm down, girl." He felt his scarf one more time. The girl inside his score for enjoyed this temptation, but she didn't want to embarrass her master. Zathura heaved a long, peremptory sigh, amplifying severe frustration. Zathura knew that what Ervin was doing was for reason; a good reason at that. Unfortunately, her attention span was akin to that of a spoiled little girl. Ervin brushed back his long dreadlocks and headed straight. He was aware that the orc was only trying to help.

Ervin dared not to speed in front of the staggering orc, for it represented absolute disrespect. Instead, his heart bade him to wait for the orc. Despite being a slow fellow to follow, Ervin made sure to follow behind him. Given his vast knowledge of the castle, Ervin knew where to navigate. Ervin's hazel eyes danced around each hallway. Zathura was itching to transform into a human, but she vowed not to disobey him again. Irvine had hoped the visit wouldn't take long, and when hopefully encourage him to show Zathura's true identity.

Ervin's soul and mind blocked his heart, so he followed an alternative to convince himself. Having known well about the King's loyalty, the man had no choice but to bow down. It was an honor to visit the king, especially in the morning. Certainly, he had no other alternative, nor was he left with a choice. He sensed it would be near impossible to control his scarf. As such, Ervin removed his scarf and coiled it on the floor beside him. The man waited for Zathura to simmer down.

Ervin's bare feet made a slapping sound as he approached to the huge corridor leading to the Throne Room. He was an apprentice in this castle before, but he felt honored to come again. Should one scrutinize his actions, the scarf convulsed around the legs. Zathura was acting like a snake, and took the form of a black mamba. Bewilderment shook him as the snake slithered around the stone floors. Much to Ervin's disappointment, snakes are perceived to be malevolent in normal circumstances. The familiar's transformation surprised him to where he tried to capture the snake. The snake tried to bite Ervin's left hand, but she turned back into a scarf at the end of the hallway.

The man trotted back to the doors of the Throne Room in a patient stance.

[Minkasha]

Arya walked away from Wooddro when he had to follow him and the guard to the King. He had no idea why Human nobility would want with him…he hopped he did nothing wrong…did he do something wrong?

The clatter of the Faun’s hooves made him think of the childhood he was snatched from. Ayra missed his Nymph sisterhood. These thoughts circled around in his mind until he made it to the door. He was around so many people, the other gathering apprentices. His hands began to ball up together, his eyes looking around at everyone, his lips pursed.

Clouds spiraled gently, and his Nymph graces carried him much further than his own self confidence could, adding shine where there would have been none, it made it difficult for him to be unseen…the urge to blend into the surrounding air was strong.

Wooddro called out to him, breaking his nervous concentration. Making him ‘jump’ Ayra vanished into thin air before quickly return in the same spot, his hands zoomed down between his legs to keep himself concealed until the clouds reappeared, he quickly learned in his youth with the Humans that there was a short delay.

The surrounding clouds came back and when he was not impolite he slowly walked over to Wooddro, eyes looking at the castle ground, hands in his hair again.

“I-…I’m ss-sorry…” he stole a glance up at the Faun’s eyes before blushing from embarrassment and looking down “Did I disturb you again…?”

[Derpnaster]

Nirel squeaked when the door suddenly opened and a guard stood there blocking her way out of this confined room and into the larger reaches of the castle.
"I'm sorry to disturb you all in the middle of your dinner,but the king wants to see you all in the Throne Room. Please follow me" the guard said almost as suddenly as his appearance in the door.

"Tel' aranè...." (the king) Nirel muttered in her oddly spoken Elvish. Then she silently followed the guard to the throne room door where she sort of went as far as she could form the others, but sadly that wasn't very far and Nirel was clearly visible to the group. Even the slight hint of tribal tattoos on her arms and the back of her neck.

[Scottie]

Erina finished off her fruit, wiping her now sticky hands on a napkin. She run her fingertips gently over the ears of the animal sitting before her on the table, She stared off to the distance and clocked Nirel at the other end of the table. Another elf like Erina and Nalria , though the girl was incredibly quiet, Erina knew she came from the Snow Elves. The ribbons through her hair, made Erina smile, all the elves in the castle had something that made them stand out or remind them of their home.

The snow elf moved away from the table, and Erina grabbed a red apple off her plate, much to the disproving looks of her Squil. She stuck her tongue out with a grin before she jumped slightly when a squeak, turning she watched as a Kings guard spoke to the ground.

Erina raised her eyebrows, ‘the king’, her brow furrowed as thoughts whizzed through her head. She laid her hand on the table, glancing at the squil, Bubbles scurried up her arm and sat again on her shoulder. The small animal had something else to eat and she could hear the noises of the animal devouring whatever he had got his claws on.
She followed the group as they made their way to the Throne Room. She spotted Woodrow, and Aryra already at the doors. She smiled at them and tucked the apple into her satchel , she knew of the other mage apprentices but she had always preferred the company of her animals. Standing amongst the others, she regretted not speaking out more and making more concrete friendships. She stopped before the doors with the others, humming softly to herself as she plaited a piece of her hair.