In the low skies, the fully laden airship was now returning to Greybone Academy at a low-speed mode.
Carly stood alone on the third deck of the airship, overlooking the towns, rivers, and the endless fields below.
The wind created by the airship's progress blew a few strands of her silver hair and the Wizard Robe behind her, an image of "lofty isolation" that happened to match the new bloods' fantasies about Wizards being mysterious and powerful. At this moment, many of the new Wizards passing by on the lower deck would cast admiring and yearning glances at Carly when they saw her.
"How time flies!" Noticing the gazes of these new Wizards, Carly couldn't help but think back to her own confused early days. However, these youngsters were definitely much luckier than her batch of new bloods had been...
