He noticed how she locked her hazel eyes into his. A hint of happiness danced in them, but a frustrated crease formed between her brows.
Her hand moved up to fix her braid as a complex huff escaped her lips.
"I can't believe you caused trouble the minute you arrived."
With an air befitting her arcanist rank, she introduced herself next.
"I'm Moira Runeweaver, this academy's dean. Follow me. I'll tour the place and explain our facilities to you."
As her words settled in his mind, she retrieved a sleek student card and extended it to him.
A wry smile stretching his lips, he took the golden card shining under the sun's light before following behind her.
'I did nothing wrong, so I won't bother bringing what happened at the gate.'
Shrugging off the passed-out mage she mentioned, he crossed the gates with Nova. His eyes enlarged the next second as he saw the academy's campus.
