Schoolyard

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Micah

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"Right. I guess this one is as good as any." He walks over to the center door and opens it. A look of realization flashes across his face. "Imogen, how did you get here? It took me some time to find the Lóng that would bring me to the Academy. Is there another way frommm. Where are you from?" He starts off through the unmarked doorway

 

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Imogen Nikse

The door opened onto a long, dark, narrow, stone stairwell. It seemed to go up the side of the building, like a fire exit. The air was damp and faintly bore the scent of mildew. She could see the shine of growth on the mortar in the small amounts of daylight spilling in through intermittent windows. 'Looks like there's only one way up.' She exchanged a look with Micah at the landing and shrugged shyly before leading the way, as he seemed hesitant to. "I'm from... uh... Earth?" She flinched. "I really don't know where I am. Um, Virginia. To be more specific. The US." Despite her mild panic having settled considerably from when she first awoke, she couldn't seem to quiet the persistent flitter in her chest; or swallow the knot in her throat. "And I don't know. I fell asleep... under a tree near my house... and woke up here." She paused in her ascent, staring hard at her feet. "I had the strangest dream though..." Her voice came out thinner and quiet. "Flying... blue skies, and I could see green below me... neighborhoods..." The pictures came flooding back into her mind. She never dreamt; not like that. "There were wings. Big, shimmering white ones. Like a crane's, if cranes were the size of a Boeing." She shook her head, glancing back at Micah. "But that's it." She paused again, blinking with an uncharacteristically naïve expression. "Oh...What's a Lóng?"

Karadjian

 

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Micah

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He viewed Imogen from a step down as she paused in her climb up the staircase. As she became momentarily lost in thought, Micah realized Imogen likely didn't notice how closely she resembled a stoic adventurer from a story book. "You were brought here, maybe even summoned? That's very intriguing. I wonder for what purpose." He starts to consciously feel the heart beat in his chest. Micah eyes the window for a latch.

"GEOMETRY SIGHT"
Dots in the undisturbed air begin to take shape; stretching into lines, blossoming into intricate polygons, and dots connecting with each other to form chart like paths within the hallway. It all eagerly interacts with the geometric forms of Imogen, Micah, sunlight, and growths along the mortar.

Breathing becomes slightly more labored as he calmly approaches the window to open it. "I didn't realize you were completely unaware of where you were. We're on Earth, but the school resides in the sky. I'm not sure where or if it even stays in one place." He closes his eyes and takes a moment to breath in the fresh air from the open window. "Um...Oh yeah, a Lóng is a Chinese dragon. I was very lucky to find the one that I did. The way to the North Star Academy seems to have been forgotten. But there was a rumor that this dragon had spent sometime here and knew how to get back." Micah opens his eyes with a sigh of relief, and with a curious look turns back to Imogen. "So, you're from the States?"

 

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Imogen Nikse

"Wow... that must have been beautiful." She said slowly, still in a haze as she watched him crack open the nearest window & take a deep breath, seemingly of relief. The rush of fresh air cut through the stale and she followed suit, grateful to be gently brought back to earth by the smell of a clear day. "Where are you from that you knew how to summon a dragon? & Yeah, the states. My family's Armenian, technically, but we've been here-... uh... there, - so many generations, the cultural connection has sort of diluted, I guess."

Karadjian

 

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Micah

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Response Part 1/2

"I can't summon a dragon." He chuckles while staring off at the clouds Can you imagine?...That'd be amazing. No, I had to search for it, and lucky for me, my 'sight' was very helpful in doing so. The festival troupe I used to be part of was working through their china circuit, when I heard rumors that a Feilong had recently returned to the Ku-she mountain. Those dragons were renowned for taking aspiring students to North Star Academy years ago, as it fell within their domains of the heavens and enlightenment."

Micah turns away from the window to slouch against the wall next to it with a solemn look. "I guess that's not exactly what you asked me. My father was Egyptian and that's the home I've returned to throughout the years, but my family moved frequently so I'm kinda from all over. That festival troupe I mentioned is an extended family affair." Micah pauses, lost in thought for a moment. After blinking a few times he smiles shyly at Imogen.

"Umm, do you mind if we keep going? I'm not much for confined spaces. His upper body is partially turned back towards Imogen to invite conversation with her, as he continues up the stairs. "You're Armenian huh? When you say diluted, do you mean you still feel some connection to the culture or-" Micah reaches a door and attempts to open but it seems to stick from aging. He gives it a few shoves with his shoulder while finishing his thought. "is *huff* it *huff* forgotten?"

He enters the Grand Staircase and holds the door open for Imogen.