The classroom was barren, save for benches and a sort of crude podium in the centre front of the room. Upon it lay a large book that hadn't been used in quite some time- a thick layer of dust had inhabited it's cover's surface. There was also a desk in one corner, a wrought-iron thing, at which a hooded figure sat etching away at a scroll with a peacock's quill. Midafternoon light streamed through the large arched windows, casting spotlight rays on the cobbled-like floor. Liannas glanced up, mauve eyes once more scanning the room from beneath the dark crimson hood of the cloak. Her eyes fell upon the book, and she sighed. Wind magic had not been something learned; rather something in her blood. Her race were the creation of the goddess of the wind in a distant land, and in an effort to create a supreme race, she had bestowed upom them natural-and sometimes bizarre- abilities with wind. Now she was a magister, and her goal was to teach others the art of the dangerous element of the wind.

Master Ace slowly opened the door and entered. He looked casually around the room. "Why did she choose one of the rooms that I haven't gotten around to sprucing up yet," Master ace thought as he loooked around. He turned his attention to the woman in the room. She wore a beautiful, though morbid red cloak which disallowed him from obsering her physical attributes. "Are Liannnas?," Master Ace asked. He slowly flapped his emerald wings as he awaited her reply.

Liannas looked up at the voice that had spoken; she had been studying a roll of parchment peculiarly closely. "Yes," she said quietly, her strange eyes watching him intently. One was a strange purple-blue shade, under which there was a small tattoo in elvish, and the other was a mauve color. A fine scar ran from her left temple down her jawline and across her throat, but it did nothing to deter the strange bewitching qualities of the woman's elegant features. Her cheekbones were highset and her jawline was smooth; her skin was strangely pale. She whiped a whisp of silvery hair from her face and chanced a smile, and she stood and approached him to greet him. She was tall and lean, but curves indicated that she had borne a child in the past. Her slightly pointed elvish ears were pierced several times, adding to the middle-eastern qualitity her face held. "May I inquire as to who you are?" The question was gentle, not rude, and she was truely interested- she had not yet become aquainted with this strange place.

"Ah, Good. I am Master Ace, I handle most things at the academy, to include checking in on other magisters. What will you be teaching today," he replied. He would have to remember to get to work on the lounge after he was finished here. ace's grass green eyes caught a better view of Liannas as she turned towards him. His emerald tail swayed back and forth as Ace took time to loook at her distinguishing features. It was strange to see a person with eyes of different colors,but it was also strange for one o have scaled body paarts naturaly attached to human flesh. He was baffled as to why some one would have their ear peirced as many times as her. He saw women with earrings occasionaly, but it was not an entirely common sight and he had yet to see more than one peircing on each ear.

She nodded in solem greeting, watching the man intently. Even with two centuries of travel she had seen very few dragon hybrids; it intrigued her greatly. He seemed young, far younger than she at least, but carried himself in a dignified and poised manner. His eyes were a startling shade of green, one so vibrant she'd never seen it before, and she turned her head slightly to the left to get a better look at him as a whole. She was blind in her left eye, the blueish one, and it was strangely cloudy from cataracts. "I teach wind magic," she said simply, wondering if he'd question where she learned it, asking for credentials from scholars. Of course, she had none aside from what she'd learned in school about controlling her abilities. "Are you only an administrator, or a magister as well?" she asked curiously.

((Edit- Ah crap....I hate when my computor logs me in as my other charry. Sorry))

Ace noted that she turned her head almost too much towards the, but had no Idea that she was blind in that eye. He noticed that it was cloudy. It was not uncommon for wizrads to alter their appearance with magic, whether on purpose or by accident. Ace did not think that the cloudiness of the blueish eye could be a sign of blindness. He thought it was a feature that strangely added to her beauty. "I am a magister as well, although I don't get to teach too much. There is a nasty shortage of students at the academy, but hopefully you have more students than myself," Master Ace smiled.

She sighed, backtracking some in the room to sit on her desk. "I've noticed the shortage, with some dissapointment. I'd hoped for some excitement," she chuckled, the smile lighting up her face and making her look young again, instead of troubled and tired. "Is there any reason why?" She motioned for him to sit in an armchair that was by the window, the only other piece of furniture in the room where she prefered to do her reading nowadays. The sunlight streaming through the windows was taking on an increasingly gold tinge; it would be suppertime soon if she could bring herself to eat an actual meal. She'd been somewhat holed up in the classroom the last two days, trying to adjust to this new way of life, with structure that was entirely foreign to her.

"I don't know for sure, but I've been working on it. Many people like learning on their own nowadays," Ace replied as he satin the armchair. " Well I don't think you'll be getting too many more students so you'll have to make due with one. Are you ready to start the class?" Ace said with a smile. Ace made sure his voice was more or less firm to help make sure she knew he wasn't joking. Ace liked learning from the other magisters they always seesmed to have something that he could learn. He wondered what she would teach him of the art of wind. It was his job to see to that she taught somebody even if it was himself.