Snippet #1291741

Words could not even attempt to describe how glad Asmira was for having memorized the lay out of the entire academy. She would not have been able to make a proper entrance if she were being lead by some other student. Sure it was impressive to have someone trailing after you like an underling but it would ruin the effect of wearing a flowing hair-piece. It was her favorite hair-piece too, a long trailing dress of cream silk that wafted in the wind similarly to the perfume that she wore much to heavily.

Of course, Asmira need not try to hard to make eyes turn to her. Bright white hair and eyes contrasted drastically with the desert-sun tone that painted her skin. Anyone could see that she was not of any of the states but very few could name her of the Oasis People. It truly added some variety to the residence pool of the school but it was only because of special circumstance that she was there.

Though very careful in her considerations of the first day of her second year, Asmira totally forgot the milling and constantly changing variable of moving peoples. Many found her condition quite odd; seeing sight when others see blindness and seeing blindness when others see sight, but it no longer bothered her. However, it made making her way to Galia Hall much more difficult than it would have been if she were home at the desert.

Taking a reserved seat that she had taken the time to memorize the location of, Asmira poised herself to 'watch' the procession of the Futuran greeting the first years. It was not of her interest to watch the ceremony, in fact, she would rather have been in the training grounds or in the gardens familiarizing herself with the environment. But the need to speak to one man was her duty today. A duty to her people as well as something from herself, must be delivered today.

The thanks of her people to Senater Ryle.