Snippet #1476367

Her lips begin to steep into a frown as her fascination with the students rapidly dwindle like water being scooped by spread fingers. They're just...standing around. Some are still arriving but what would any of them hope to achieve by doing nothing? It's maddening. Her eye blinked at the young werewolf glancing up at her. Morgan makes no other notion that she saw him looking up. Right now she must steer those lost little lambs. Rising from her perch on the windowsil she bounds down the steps, strong legs absorbing any shock from her feral glide. Thick tendrils of obsidian hair flare out behind her as she swiftly descends to meet the students.

Morgan opens the front double doors of the university and approaches the group of gaping young monsters. "Students, welcome to the University of Canese. I am Madame Kronos the music and dance professor here.", she pauses to register the students there. Demons mostly with that werewolf among other beings, "Lunch will be served shortly should any of you wish to feed. We accommodate all races here. First I shall be the one to escort you to your appointed dorms. Before I lead the rest of you, are there any questions?" her good eye scans the small cluster, hues of blue churning green and grey, changing to match the ocean. Normally the University Dean or a student of high year count would be giving the tour, but Morgan could see no one and being a woman of finality she is rather eager to get the students settled.