Welcome to Gaia! ::

Upon arriving from the portal, an attendant was already waiting for the students dressed, her outfit plain compared to the last ambassadors of War, dressed only in simple cloths with minimal feather decorations. She nodded shortly, briefly, at the students arriving. Several students may have noticed by now how high up they were: though they were in what was notably a large, wooden room, the strange creaking of the floorboards moving underneath them betrayed their height. A few open windows and doors also revealed thick tree canopy, and temporary elevators that lead down, very far down.

"This is our Clan of War." As emphasis, she thumped her spear against the wooden floor. "We value your skills, your ability, and your physical prowess and will continue to test you, as students, as warriors. You will be given temporary sleeping quarters, but starting tomorrow, you will begin the first of your classes and training field exercises. You will have free time to explore various areas after your studies, which will begin shortly this week. Now, follow me to your resting quarters."

Lacie, having come from the death clan looked no worse for wear. She found her time there rather pleasant, and would certainly take their class again if offered the opportunity.

She spotted Vaith, giving a wave over to him. It's nice that they were taking the same class. She looked rather relieved.

Still, she let her gaze be drawn to the war clan's attendant. She looked forward to exploring the war clan. Although she made a note not to look too far down, or wander near any railings.

One couldn't be too careful.

Stepping out of the portal, Aurian's first thoughts were stolen away by the view. So high up and so green. Unlike several who hung back from the edges, Aurian gladly moved closer and leaned out over the edge for a better look. The entire city was built up in the trees! She gazed out at the platforms and structures wrapped around trunks and branches. She was so busy being impressed that it took her a few minutes to find one flaw... There were absolutely no bridges or walkways between the trees.

"Um, excuse, I think we're missing-" Aurian piped up and turned to face their guide. Their guide who had wings. Oh dear.

Aurian's expression fell. "Well. Time to brush up on my leaping skills." It might be okay. Maybe she wouldn't fall to her doom (or just to broken bones, more likely). Alright, she needed a distraction. Now. Searching the other students around her, Aurian's smile returned as she noted some very familiar faces.

"Vaith! Lacie! Mai!" she called out in greeting, waving an arm madly at her friends. There was one in particular she hadn't seen in some time. "Vaith!" she called again, trotting over to his side and throwing her arms around him. Hugs fixed everything! Arms still around him, Aurian beamed up at the male Reaper. "I haven't seen you since-"

Oh. The moment Aurian met his eyes, she realised that wasn't true. She'd seen him quite recently, in fact. Or an older version of him, a possible future Vaith. Blood rushed to Aurian's face, staining her cheeks a feverish red. The incredibly good-looking older Vaith who had been (would be? might be?) a general in her army, and apparently also someone who shared -

Aurian squeaked, dropping her arms and taking a step back -

- her bed.

Eyes sliding off to one side, Aurian wondered how she was ever going to look Vaith in the eye again.

[Entering]
If there was one thing he was suddenly glad he wasn't afraid of, it was heights. Julian wasn't sure how well he would be able to fly in these trees, but at least he had the comfort of know that he was capable of it, should anything bad happen.
His attention had wandered, but it was quickly drawn back when the clanswoman spoke and thumped her spear on the floor. Skills, ability, prowess as warriors... He wasn't sure how well he would do in this place, but the point wasn't to shine, at least not for him. No, he needed to learn, to be a better fighter and protecter.

Hopefully he would learn as much here as he did in Death, maybe even more. Either way, at least he was ready to try.
Not recognizing anyone else currently around, he kept his attention on their host.

[Exiting]

((Entering))

Zurine was rather glad to be off the isle of Famine - at least this place, despite the fact that they were quite high up in the tree's apparently seemed a bit more vibrant and she absolutely adored the feathers their ambassador was wearing. Seriously she needed to see about buying some feathers to wear when she got home again,maybe some pink ones.

She wasa bit worried about the whole 'war' thing though - I mean really she didn't always have the best of luck when it came to fighting things, that was kind of a side effect of being horribly clumsy..but oh well she was here and there wasn't anything she could do but well..her best.

[ENTER]

Kettil and Endzela really liked this place. It spoke to them for various reasons, the aesthetics of this area appealed to them much more - not that they disliked the place that the Horsemen of Death had set up for themselves it just ... Wasn't then. They listened to the speaker and then they followed along to the dorms quietly not really having much to say.

When you have nothing to say it was always best to keep your mouth shut, or so mother claimed.

It seemed like sound advice as they meandered off to the dorms.

[EXIT]

[Entering]

The tatzel ghoul wasn't sure of what to expect from this isle, but she could only imagine having seen Eris fight. Would there be more fight-driven horsewomen within this isle? Levi's grin got wider when she passed through the portal and saw that it was a warrior horsewoman who greeted them.

Sighing like she had already begun to enjoy her experience on the Isle of War, the ghoul noted some pink hair and horns before listening closely to the one who greeted them again. They'd head to the dorms first... and then- the classes would begin. Here we go!


[Exiting]

[[ Entering & Exiting ]]

It was certainly not as long-winded a speech as she'd experienced when they reached Conquest last time. Not to mention the group seemed to be quite a bit smaller, this time around. Amarus recognized some faces here and there, but didn't feel it necessary to approach anyone, yet. For the most part, she was concentrating on not thinking about how high up they were.

It wasn't that she was afraid of heights: she'd climbed the book shelves at Amityville considerably high, and often liked to scale buildings or sit in trees. But this was so abominably high, and she didn't have her natural ability working properly, and everything felt very ... not sturdy. It was one thing to climb up when it was reliant on her own strength, but another thing entirely to be subject to the sturdiness of a building someone else had made.

Not pleasant.

Amarus tried to ignore the glaring lack of structural integrity, but there was very little else to focus on. In the end, rather than linger particularly, she would head out on her way. She tried to think of what to do first... When would classes begin, first of all? She didn't want to be late for that; it was why they were really here, after all. That, and for cultural purposes. She, like some of the others, had remarked that the War women were quite beautiful. Beautiful and strong, it seemed like, which meant that Amarus developed an instant crush on pretty much all the war horsemen she saw. And would probably continue to do with every one subsequently.

She was about to say hello to Sparrow, but was slow on the uptake, as when she looked back up she didn't see him. In any case, he was probably still there, just... somewhere else amidst the students. Hmm. She was sure she'd see him later in class, anyway. Perhaps she should go to the dorms, and struggle with a skellyphone for the first time? That might allow her to contact Faustus. She had forgotten to ask if Olivia or JackB had skellyphones, so it looked like she wouldn't be talking to either of them any time soon. Then, Amarus realized that in her moment of not paying attention, the War clansman who had greeted them had already said she would lead them to their dorms. Well, that took care of that question. Amarus just... followed everyone else, tried not to fall off anything really high, and kept to herself.

She would have to try infinitely harder this week not to ruin anything, as if they were constantly at altitudes this high she was much more likely to maim herself than she had been, say, swimming amidst and contaminating the sacred lotus flowers at Conquest.