A, E, I, O, U, are vowels, and sometimes, Y

<font color='#48CCCD'>Nafel turns her head to look at the new arival. She smiles, for, like everyone before him, he seems quite nervous. She turns back to the conversation. <span style='color:white'>"It's really fun. I like creating my own music, but I can play as well. I'm learning how to charm my music... weaving spells into the melody. It's quite fun. So you're from up north? What's that like?"</span> She's always glad to talk about her trades. She looks to the clock, and it seems as if class is about to begin.</font>

 

<font color='#A255'>Shark grinned. Well, this class was off to a good start... She smiled and nodded towards the newest arrivals, Jac and Quixx. "'Lo! I'm Shark... looking forward to having class with you two."

Then, turning to survey the room, she couldn't help but feel amused and pleased at the floor pillows. "Goody... something soft for my delicate butt." She waited for the others to a take a seat, usually choosing her own based ont hat. She liked sitting behind someone, but close to the front nonetheless. The niotie decided to wait and see if anyone took a front row seat.</font>

 

<font color='#00FFFF'>As everyone had little private conversations amongst one another, Drak sat down near the back of the classroom. Drak did not usually converse among strangers unless they approached him.

Drak decided to sit near the back of the classroom. He did not like to block other Pendragons' view because of his size, so he usually did not sit in the front of the class. He took out a writing utensil and some paper, and was ready to take notes, although he despised taking notes. Ready for class to begin, Drak sat waiting patiently.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Quxx nods happily
"Yes, I have been practicing. I know s'more, mostly picked up in my travels."
Quxx then sits down on the nearest floor pillow. It takes him awhile to center himself of the mass of fluff without falling over. He wonders if anyone is going to sit be him or talk to him, untill he desides that class'll be starting soon and he better get ready to take down notes.</font>

 

<font color='#48CCCD'>Nafel manages to answer Eka's question befor class starts. <span style='color:white'>"Oh, I'm from Swaraj. It's interesting, I guess. There's alwasy something happening. I grew up in the caves."</span> as she speaks she takes out a writing utensil and a notebook to write in. She turns to the front of the class.

OOC // What is the Limit thing on everybody's stats?</font>

 

<font color='#A255'>Shark shrugs and takes her seat, then pulls out yet ANOTHER 'writing utensil'. She flips open her spiral, and tears out the first blank piece of paper. Setting it aside, she commences on scribbling something or other on it, then folds it, once, twice, three times, into a crude paper airplane. Grinning, the niotie peeks behind her at Mr. Tall Dark and Silent, aka Drak, and chucks the aircraft at his head, quickly whirling around to face the front afterwards.</font>

 

<font color='#00FFFF'>Drak moved to the side of the paper airplane the the female pendragon in front of him had thrown at him. As it sailed past his head, he stopped it in between  two of his claws, set it down on his desk. Normally he would throw it right back, but he did not want the teacher to notice, and especially on the first day. On other days, maybe, but he liked to set a good first impression upon his new teachers, so he simply ignored the plane, not knowing that Shark had written something on it.

"Yes?" Drak queried, eyeing Shark, although he did not know her name as of yet, "Did you want something?"</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Quxx watches the other Pendragon creating a paper airplane. He takes out his own paper pad, tears a leaf out, and attempts to fold a paper airplane. A few crumpled peices of paper later, Quxx finnaly creates a plane. Through a fit of childish giggles he throws and plane and it drifts softly over t'words Shark.</font>

 

<font color='#00FFFF'>Just then a paper airplane hit Drak's nose, and this time it was from the teacher. He unfolded it, and saw that it was the Ramathian alphabet, along with common phrases. Thenthe teacher asked the students to say their names.

"Drak Faia," he said aloud. Then he looked over the sheet the teacher had thrown to each student. He already knew all this since he had been given one before, but he needed mostly help with pronunciation and quick translations. He could translate sentences if he had this sheet with him, but it would take a while, and he would first have to learn how each Ramathian word was spelled.</font>

 

<font color='#48CCCD'>Nafel grins at the goings on about her, but doesn't engage. She nips one of the vocabulary lists out of the air and reads it. <span style='color:white'>"Nafel Isunari!"</span> she calls at the request for names. She begins to read the papers. <span style='color:white'>"Ni muna et Nafel.."</span> She smiles, this should be an interesting class.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Jac giggled as she caught a paper airplane in her paws. She then said, "Jac Embupaj. is my name!" She flexed her wings and jumped a bit on the pouf that she decided to sit on, in the second row a bit to the right, yet in the middle. Her tail flame(which she has been teased of alot), glew a happy orange.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Quxx grabed the teacher's paper areoplane in midflight. He unfolded it with his webbed paws and begin to recite phrases in Ramsthian. Remembering the teacher's request, Quxx says in a loud voice,
"Quxx Fucajkhutaj!"
And then continues trying to pronounce "Hyf't sha faushaj?"</font>

 

<font color='#48CCCD'>Nafel turns to Eka. <span style='color:white'>"Do you have ANY idea how to pronounce this?"</span> She points to 'Hally, fhus et iyoj sjupa?' on her paper sheet. The f and h together confuse her. A lot. She tries to say it and fails.</font>