Sierra, half breed of elf averial nature.... swan-like wings folded against her back, she wasnt what one would consider a student here; but did partake in events using her magic to make sure most days it had good weather for any outdoor experiences the teachers wanted for the students on.... The sky was grey today, a light drizzel ran down opun the ground. Which reflected her mood, staring out a window like most days, eyes blank and lifeless, holding no comfort for one who would look into them. She barely anything to say to anyone around here and most times when she did it was in verse or just a simple hello, not speeking again after that.