Don't fret, he says... Meh, she could always run after her younger, troublesome, sister later. It wasn't like the girl had anyone to run to, a temper like hers. As the elder man walked, she followed after, smirking a bit to herself. For someone with such a reputation, he certainly sounded something akin to an old grandpa. Tea in his own little office? He probably drolled on and on about old Wars in history too.
Walking up the stairs, the girl took minor notice of the people around them. One weirdling after another. If one didn't have a heckton of zippers, there was another who did, and then one with three hoods, one with gigantic shoes, and way too many with gravity defying hair. The colors didn't really bother her that much. Except for those darn blue colors. Ugh... She had to make a mental note that one of these days, she would obliterate everything and anything with 'blue' on it. That kid she fought didn't help that resolve. Damn ice. In fact, damn water.
The girl realized the man had stopped walking and stopped herself, folding her arms and watching curiously as he summoned up this blue aura. It just had to be blue, didn't it? Gragh! No, no, temper... This was interesting. What sort of person kept an office hidden like this? He certainly didn't drag students here often from the looks of things. Also, he had taste. Tenyas had to remember to try out that sort of decor the day she got her own house and without worry of Cira complaining about how bleak it is.
The old man walked in, passing portraits of war and tomes that held knowledge that would probably only be of use to him, before taking a seat at a large desk in what seemed to be a very expensive chair. Impressive, especially how he had the room charmed to do most anything he wanted. She had to remember that, if anything happened he could possibly use this room to an advantage. Better safe than sorry, right?
Smiling as he motioned and asked for her to sit, the girl replied, "Why thank you. You have a lovely set up in here." Her silver eyes wandered around one last time, settling on the bald, aged, man. "Magic is a wonderful thing. Then again, I consider it just a name." The young woman crossed her legs and rested one of her elbows on the arm of the chair, her chin upon her hand. "But, that's just opinions and idle chatter. I'm interested in why you took the bother and time to take me all the way here." She smiled politely, eyes watching to read his movements. Well well... You couldn't blame her for being cautious. It wasn't everyday you had a Master ask you for a private speech in his office.
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Sooo booooorrrreeeeed.
How was she supposed to deal with plain ol' dolls while her sissies were off with wind-up keys and soldier toys? Totally unfair! She was the littlest one so they shouldn't be allowed to just run off and abandon her for all the fun stuff like that, right? Right.
Sharp-toed boots clapping against the side-walk, the twelve-year old was making her way to the academy, an excited grin on her face as the building came into view. Sure, a few of those book-worm people had tried to stop her from leaving that other place but, there was no way they could chase her after breathing in some of her sleeping dust. Meh, later, she'd make sure they hadn't died from the spores.
Suddenly, the girl paused, feet buried in the grass of the wide, open, courtyard. Her green eyes looked up along the stairs that led all the way up to the building and the fountains around the place. Woooow! And her sissies tried to hide this from her? So mean! Giggling, she started darting up the steps, taking the time to twirl around and mess with a tree while she was at it. Hmm... hamburgers. And pizza! Must be lunch time, scents like that floating through the air. Mmm~. Okay, after grabbing a bite to eat, she'd catch up with her sisters, maybe even tackle and ride around on Cira's shoulders if she got the chance.
Wait... There was Cira! Just standing up on the hill!
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Well, frick then! Talk about sour luck. What next? A bolt of lightning from above with her name on it? Okay, so electricity didn't hurt her as much as it could but, still!
Hand to her nose and one eye squinted from the sudden impact, Ciralars looked at the person she'd bumped into. Oh god, did it have to be that one? She would've been better off hitting mister hot-shot there. At least he would've chased her off after she hit. Sniffling to make sure she was still able to breathe, the girl backed up a couple paces and tried to act as if that hadn't hurt in the slightest, "Yeah, I'm fine." Her eyes darted about, searching for something, "Where the heck is my cat?"
The tuxedo devil, upon hearing his name, peered out from behind R... Roy was it? Gah, she couldn't remember. Anyway, the cat peeked out from behind him with a wry smile on his face. "Mreooowr~." To rub some salt in, the feline stretched and curled around the boy's legs before happily prancing up to his owner.
Snatching Sith off of the ground, Ciralars looked between the two people, her free hand reaching up to make sure her hood was still on. Goddang, what should she do? Just walk away or something? And, hey, there was somebody with a white coat walking around in the courtyard. Was that? ... NO.
For a moment, Ciralars felt like she was going to go into a full blown panic. Then, looking back at the two people Cait had been making her chase, she immediately walked past and behind them, ducking slightly and whispering, "Whatever you do, do not tell her I'm here." The cat had perched on her shoulder and was looking over at the twelve year old curiously.