Micajah's footsteps echoed heavily against the cold stones of the academy's foyer. It seemed like forever since he set out from his home in the forest, trekking for a couple days, just to come here. " Might as well sign in, " The elf said quietly to himself. " They'd be upset if I didn't. " He walked past the many columns to finally get to the granite reception desk where a lady sat, painting her nails. He snapped his fingers, causing a spark, which startled her. That inadvertently caused her to jerk her head back, which threw her nail polish bottle into the air.
" May I ask you what you are doing here? " She said as politely as she could, right as the bottle hit the ground. The desk lady looks at Micajah's face, determining his heritage and who he was in a glance. " Oh, Sir Adolphus, you are on floor 49, room 487. You will be rooming with a girl, named Rydia. Have a nice stay at the Raven Academy. " She beamed and smiled as he walked past her.
' That was fast... ' He thought to himself as he walked towards the elevator in the center of the foyer. ' I'm in. '
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