Welcome to Gaia! ::

Hethel shuffled her way down the street, bare feet peeking out from under her feathers as they were dragged across cracked cobbles. Not picking up dust on the way was an advantage of being a spirit. Her form held much attractive power on an entirely different category of clingers; children and minipets. Already, a Swine Flu-Flu was oinking malignantly at passerby's from her back.

Lareina was the first fellow student to seek her out; Answering her call seemed only natural. The owl of the Old Thorn had not, at any point in her long years, been known to be particularly sociable; however, it is not as if any efforts to befriend her had been made. An invitation to meet casually, like thus... it was not becoming of a noble forest guardian. But she was absolved of the role for the time being; it was difficult for spirits, often defined by place, to be entirely themselves when taken off-site. Furthermore, a strong tendency for fixation was apparently regarded as a weakness of her kind. (She had gotten that from class. Unlike many, if not most of her classmates, she listened. She had not become a student of Amityvile Academy without determination! )

The humanlike ghoul garbed in green was standing at the place of meeting. "I am here." Hethel spoke, voice deadpan as usual. Her manner of dress grows more regal, she thought, unawares that there may be an occasion to justify it.