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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 11:25 am
 Graveyard could feel the dream overwhelming her. It always happened when she didn't sleep with her dream-catcher most often attached to her hip. Once she had been revered as a Wisewoman for her dream filled nights, visions that came in the form of lucid pictures while she slept. She saw many things, many people. She saw pain and love, war and small peaces made between people. Every night was a different vision of people she never knew and to her knowledge would never meet.
Though this dream, this one was different. It spoke of pain and war and decisions to be made. She wasn't certain if said dream was a vision but she awoke with it still ringing in her head. Birds chirped outside her home as a tiny ray of sunshine peaked through her window. She got up slowly out of her pallet as her Familiar, A black wolf named Savage and with a temperament like his name, stretched and followed her. She took comfort in her companion, as he was her magic and patted him on the head. She headed from her room down to her Dream-Catcher shop below and begin the preparations for a trip away from her store. Packing a small sack, she attached it to her back and left the store, locking up behind her before heading to the one place where the most powerful of sages lived. The Makai Academy.
Though she never went to the academy herself, she had sources of Ars liliums or Knights there that would help her. Beyond being A Mononoke Ars Lilium herself, she had been a dream seer of powerful persuasion.
It hadn't taken long as she walked from the tiny village of Claus Arbor to Makai and as she entered the gates, was instantly assaulted with the youth and magic of witchlings. She looked around for a witchling to help her find the sage they called Miusa, another renowned witch, the first she had heard of that had the Sage status. Her eyes landed on that of a brown haired Faux styled boy and cocked her head. She had seen him in her dreams once, though it had been fleeting and brief. As she had seen many, she only recognized him for his unique hairstyle. Hiking her pack up and with Savage behind her, she stopped in front of the boy, peering at him with Twilight eyes.
"Excuse me A-yo-Li(child)?" She cocked her head at him, Savage curled around her legs protectively as she studied him. "You are a student of the Makai Academy yes?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 4:27 pm
 The day had been just like any other for the boy. At least the weather wasn't too bad... a gentle cool breeze dancing by every once in awhile, rustling the flora, and relieving exposed skin from the sun's unyielding heat. Most of his colleagues were out and about, tossing magic around, going to their lesson's, giggling laughing, yelling, chatting.... but he didn't partake in most of such festivities. For Branek, he kept to himself, mostly. Since coming to this school, he really hadn't made any friends. It wasn't too much of a surprise, though. The fellow didn't exactly give off the vibe that made others want to approach him. In fact... quite the opposite. His eyes were usually distant, or at least hardened, not really ever looking at anyone full on, or with interest. Even if he did, it was mostly to cute guys, or if he saw someone who was just asking for it. His expression wasn't cold or harsh, nor was it warm and inviting. For him, he felt a bit bored and trapped in this place... and in his mind, surrounded by idiots. All of them were the same cookie cut outs. As his hazelunt eyes scanned the courtyard filled with students, his body was bent slightly, shoulders resting on the railing before him in a lax position. The uniform he wore wasn't fully on, his jacket resting along the rail as well, his neck tie unseen; most likely in a pocket. The white sleeves that usually were supposed to hit at one's wrists were messily bunched up behind his bent elbow's, button's that kept the cuffs together undone. It felt nice not to be constricted by the hugging fabric's.
At the moment his face was rather blank, if not a touch soft. The lazy wind tousled the longer and lighter parts of his hair towards the front, making his eyes ease closed to enjoy the breeze. Felt nice not being inside those stuffy room, full of kids he didn't really care for. Watching a guy walk by who had some rather lovely blonde hair, he was interrupted by a voice. At first he didn't even react, figuring it was someone else being addressed, but as some chick wandered right up to him, he just gave her his usual blank, unimpressed stare. Blinking once, sparing a brief glance to the pooch at her feet... clearly not intimidated by some mutt, he looks back up to her eye level, taking quite awhile to reply, "What's it to ya?" he asks plainly... clearly not really trusting this random person.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 10:51 pm
Oddly enough, though the boy had been hard pressed to talk to her for awhile, Graveyard never stopped her soft smile and patience as she waited for him to respond. Delighted when he did, she clapped her hands together.
"Very good. I am a bit lost here A-yo-Li(child), It seems that in my search for your sage teacher, I have lost my sense to that of how many students are here." Looking him up and down, she nods her head with a silent satisfactory all her own before cocking her head at him, "I do not assume that you aren't busy enough here, but would you mind pointing me in the right direction? After all, being a student, you'd know the ups and downs of this place." Graveyard tapped her chin before speaking again.
"In return, I can give you a personal one of my dream catcher charms." She pulled out a small dream catcher from her sack and held it out to him, decorated in a dark rustic leather with two feathers of a white brown mixed and beads of a maroon red, the dream catcher glowed with a hint of magic. "You ever have bad dreams A-Yo-Li?" She looked him up and down, "This will help with them, maybe help you channel you dreams into positive energy if your strong enough."
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:21 pm
Now, it wasn't often that someone approached the boy. Let alone had a decent enough conversation with him; especially those older and more experienced. As such, he didn't really pay that much attention to the woman as she spoke... and she seemed to be saying quite a lot. Attention starting to wane, he looked off, semi-listening, mostly gazing off at the other kid who were waltzing by, doing their own thing. His attention lifted from them to what was past them, the doors to the front of the Academy, and the freedom that they guarded him from. Man he couldn't wait for school to be over today...
A few of his fellow students passed him by, causing him to reconnect to his current company again, sparing a small, lackadaisical glance towards her. she sure did talk weird too... dream catchers, nightmares... something, something. Blinking lethargically, he took a little look to that pup by her feet, lips slightly pursing to the side in observation. Cool dog, at least... Finally, he truly cued into her explanation towards the end, the hopefully important part.
"For one thing.. My name's not.. Aye-to..lee.. or what ever you keep callin` me. I'm Branek." he begins, slowly straightening his body up, tipping his head this way and that to make a few snaps and cracks sound. Rolling his shoulders, he let his hands rest at his hips comfortably, weight shifting to reside on one leg, "So you just wanna talk to a teacher..?" it was much easier to just cut to the point. Her babbling just sort of filled his brain like buzzing fly's. Glancing at her offered dream catcher, his lips pressed into an uncertain posture, head shaking briefly, "I don't want it." his reply was plain, and straight forward. Lifting his jacket from off the rail, holding it with two fingers by the collar, he flipped it back to rest against his back, supporting it with a hand, "So which teacher do you wanna talk to?" he knew a few... but not really many by name. He memorized the room numbers, but didn't care too much of his instructor's themselves enough to learn who they were. Questions were rarely ever asked from him, so what was the point? They were just there to teach, and he was just there to learn.
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