Post by Meriel Magdaline on Jul 12, 2009 23:05:34 GMT -5
A slender blonde woman stepped into the arch of Firefox University, trailing a small travel-case behind her. Physically she had very little presence, and overall she appeared unremarkable. Her golden locks were pulled back in a messy bun, strands of it haphazardly peeking from its restraints after a long day of travel. They swept around her porcelain face to frame a pair of warm, chocolate brown eyes that seemed to take in everything. She wasn't remarkably tall, standing roughly five-foot-six in flats, and her manner of dress wasn't flashy. Her lithe, slim frame was clad in a simple pair of black, form-fitting slacks and a flowing white blouse. If you were to ask someone why she warranted a second glance at all they might not be able to offer an explanation.
There was no denying something about her was magnetic. The air around her seemed to crackle with energy, like static. She didn't need to wear dramatic clothing to draw attention, her demeanor alone seemed to demand it. Standing there amongst the roughly-hewn stones that comprised this re-built section of the campus, she was confident, self-assured and truly at ease.
She halted her stride and glanced around, almost curiously, at the 'renovations'. Then she checked her watch. It was roughly one in the afternoon, and the sun was high in the sky. As usual, she'd decided to drop in on the Headmaster without any kind of notice, but usually it didn't take Talon long at all to notice her presence.
This particular time she had decided to time him.
Rather than charging ahead in search of her friend and former student, the woman drew a small notebook from her bag and started flipping through it, her features reflecting a sort of perplexed contemplation. The last few months had been a whirlwind of work for her, packed from the crack of dawn well into the evening with tireless research and dedicated theory-crafting. The task she had set before herself was positively monumental, and she devoted every available moment to the perfection of her craft in order to iron out any possible missteps. A mistake would be horrific. She wouldn't allow for one. With no margin for error she had to be perfect.
That was one of the reasons she had come. Talon had always been somewhat of a history buff, and in her memory he'd had a strong affection for books and knowledge. She intended to ask permission to research in his library and draw on his personal wealth of knowledge to help iron out the last few imperfect inches of her plot. She didn't in her wildest dreams imagine he'd be likely to get on board with her, so everything would have to be handled carefully, delicately. Without lying, she planned to obscure her true intentions just enough to illicit his aid.
It was underhanded, and entirely out of character, but desperation made a person do strange things. Obsession skewed the lines of morality.
It had been countless years, and now that she had the power to right the wrongs done to her and her family, she was going to pursue any angle necessary. She was going to be whole again. In the end, Talon would understand... even if he didn't agree that her means justified the end.
There was no denying something about her was magnetic. The air around her seemed to crackle with energy, like static. She didn't need to wear dramatic clothing to draw attention, her demeanor alone seemed to demand it. Standing there amongst the roughly-hewn stones that comprised this re-built section of the campus, she was confident, self-assured and truly at ease.
She halted her stride and glanced around, almost curiously, at the 'renovations'. Then she checked her watch. It was roughly one in the afternoon, and the sun was high in the sky. As usual, she'd decided to drop in on the Headmaster without any kind of notice, but usually it didn't take Talon long at all to notice her presence.
This particular time she had decided to time him.
Rather than charging ahead in search of her friend and former student, the woman drew a small notebook from her bag and started flipping through it, her features reflecting a sort of perplexed contemplation. The last few months had been a whirlwind of work for her, packed from the crack of dawn well into the evening with tireless research and dedicated theory-crafting. The task she had set before herself was positively monumental, and she devoted every available moment to the perfection of her craft in order to iron out any possible missteps. A mistake would be horrific. She wouldn't allow for one. With no margin for error she had to be perfect.
That was one of the reasons she had come. Talon had always been somewhat of a history buff, and in her memory he'd had a strong affection for books and knowledge. She intended to ask permission to research in his library and draw on his personal wealth of knowledge to help iron out the last few imperfect inches of her plot. She didn't in her wildest dreams imagine he'd be likely to get on board with her, so everything would have to be handled carefully, delicately. Without lying, she planned to obscure her true intentions just enough to illicit his aid.
It was underhanded, and entirely out of character, but desperation made a person do strange things. Obsession skewed the lines of morality.
It had been countless years, and now that she had the power to right the wrongs done to her and her family, she was going to pursue any angle necessary. She was going to be whole again. In the end, Talon would understand... even if he didn't agree that her means justified the end.