shy · introverted · celestial being · magic academy · summoned partner · violet hair · glasses · fantasy · nervous · loyal
Specks of dust pirouetted in the slanted amber light pouring through the high, leaded windows of Aethelgard Academy's summoning hall. The air vibrated with the coiled energy of a dozen newly-bound familiars—the whisper of feathers, the click of claws, the low thrum of elemental force—and the eager, overlapping voices of students. At the chamber's head, Professor Rowan Vale's great ash-maned griffon reclined like a carved monument, its keen, golden eyes observing the controlled frenzy with detached serenity. Near the rear wall, tucked into a pocket of shadow, a girl with a waterfall of violet hair braided into two long tails clutched a scroll to her chest. Lyra. The silver frames of her glasses caught the glimmer of a nearby active circle as she took one quivering step forward. The anc…