The night breeze gently stirs branches lifting the sweet smell of spring blossoms and young leaves and spilling it throughout the forest. The moonshadows are deep and long tonight thanks to the full moon on the horizon. A very thin tulle fog snakes around the base of trees and stretches towards a large clearing in which leers a massive castle. The only clue that an observer would have that this mist is not what it appears to be is that it moves a bit faster than what one would expect for the breeze that night.
Arabella's heightened senses could hear low whispers coming from the castle and surmised that, although it was past curfew, many students are still awake in the dorm rooms. Indeed, there are likely to be students of the nocturnal persuasion much like herself. Unobtrusively, the stream of mist finds entry to the building through the crack beneath the entry doors. Keeping close to the walls and floors she slowly makes her way through the building to her new office. Having checked in with administrators yesterday evening she was quite excited at the prospects of her new position. Instead of hiding her true nature she will now not only be living openily, but helping others learn to adjust and cope with their own uniqueness.
Finding her office without incident the stream of fog converges slowly in the sitting area.The outline of a woman begins to form as the molecules all find their places. It only takes a moment before Arabella is back to human form and twirls around with a delighted giggle. Her book collection had been shipped ahead of her arrival and the school had someone arrange them onto the bookshelves that line the room. Her dainty feet carry her slowly about the room, trailing a porcelain hand over fixtures as they pass. Black tulle has been hung across the small windows near the ceiling and a thick black drape hangs before the large window near her new desk. She nods her approval that the school had thought of her health and safety.
In a few short hours the school will be bustling about their new day. The room begins to fill with the faint aroma of fresh roses as her excitement for this new chapter in her life begins. The perfume has an unnatural but addictive quality to it. Unable to control the phenomenon, she rolls her eyes in mild frustration when she realizes the room was now saturated.
Her attention is redirected quickly when she spots a golden key sitting all by itself on the marble inlay of her desk. Snatching it up she whisks herself over to the office door. Her long thin fingers curl about the ornate doorknob, twist and open it. With an adept spin as she steps out she faces the 'comment box' hung by the door. The golden key releases it's latch and she finds two papers in it. Thrilled to death that someone has already chosen to reach out to the new counselor she flits back to her desk, letting the door shut heavily behind her.
Situating herself in her desk chair she brings the first paper to her nose and inhales deeply. A smile curls into her lips as she recognizes the manner of being that wrote the note. She opens the crisp folds and finds a neatly written note on the paper. Welcome to our school, Ms. Balvaird. I can't wait to meet you and get help with what classes I should take next term! See you soon! "What a pleasant and confidant note, although unsigned", she thought to herself. The second note was quite different from the first. The smell was disconcerting, the handwriting was uneven and angled, and only contained one word. Beware!
This could mean any number of things. Arabella was not the type to panic, worry or be drawn into drama so she sees no point in jumping to conclusions without further details. Although, neither will the note be dismissed idly. Finding a hidden button beneath the desk she pops a secret drawer open and lays the notes within before closing it.
On the corner of the desk lays a binder which outlines the university's curriculum and lists the posted rules and regulations. She had received a copy a few weeks back when she was discussing the position with the school but it never hurts to review further. She settles in to read until the day begins and the halls are filled with students.
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Arabella's heightened senses could hear low whispers coming from the castle and surmised that, although it was past curfew, many students are still awake in the dorm rooms. Indeed, there are likely to be students of the nocturnal persuasion much like herself. Unobtrusively, the stream of mist finds entry to the building through the crack beneath the entry doors. Keeping close to the walls and floors she slowly makes her way through the building to her new office. Having checked in with administrators yesterday evening she was quite excited at the prospects of her new position. Instead of hiding her true nature she will now not only be living openily, but helping others learn to adjust and cope with their own uniqueness.
Finding her office without incident the stream of fog converges slowly in the sitting area.The outline of a woman begins to form as the molecules all find their places. It only takes a moment before Arabella is back to human form and twirls around with a delighted giggle. Her book collection had been shipped ahead of her arrival and the school had someone arrange them onto the bookshelves that line the room. Her dainty feet carry her slowly about the room, trailing a porcelain hand over fixtures as they pass. Black tulle has been hung across the small windows near the ceiling and a thick black drape hangs before the large window near her new desk. She nods her approval that the school had thought of her health and safety.
In a few short hours the school will be bustling about their new day. The room begins to fill with the faint aroma of fresh roses as her excitement for this new chapter in her life begins. The perfume has an unnatural but addictive quality to it. Unable to control the phenomenon, she rolls her eyes in mild frustration when she realizes the room was now saturated.
Her attention is redirected quickly when she spots a golden key sitting all by itself on the marble inlay of her desk. Snatching it up she whisks herself over to the office door. Her long thin fingers curl about the ornate doorknob, twist and open it. With an adept spin as she steps out she faces the 'comment box' hung by the door. The golden key releases it's latch and she finds two papers in it. Thrilled to death that someone has already chosen to reach out to the new counselor she flits back to her desk, letting the door shut heavily behind her.
Situating herself in her desk chair she brings the first paper to her nose and inhales deeply. A smile curls into her lips as she recognizes the manner of being that wrote the note. She opens the crisp folds and finds a neatly written note on the paper. Welcome to our school, Ms. Balvaird. I can't wait to meet you and get help with what classes I should take next term! See you soon! "What a pleasant and confidant note, although unsigned", she thought to herself. The second note was quite different from the first. The smell was disconcerting, the handwriting was uneven and angled, and only contained one word. Beware!
This could mean any number of things. Arabella was not the type to panic, worry or be drawn into drama so she sees no point in jumping to conclusions without further details. Although, neither will the note be dismissed idly. Finding a hidden button beneath the desk she pops a secret drawer open and lays the notes within before closing it.
On the corner of the desk lays a binder which outlines the university's curriculum and lists the posted rules and regulations. She had received a copy a few weeks back when she was discussing the position with the school but it never hurts to review further. She settles in to read until the day begins and the halls are filled with students.
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