<font color='#48CCCD'>Quarter: Tessera Day: 15 Year: 81377 (3) A young canine-like pendragon, padded silently toward the entrance. His large paws making a slight sound against the ground. His one blue and one white eye looked in awe at the building. His lifeless stubs that were suppose to be wings easily move from side to side. His old ragged fuzz that made a so called mane tossed with his movement. He gracfully move to the desk and looked up. 'lo, my name is Donanyi, and I need to register here cocks his head looks at the map he was holding This is the right place right? His voice childish but somewhat strong</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=black>;; in character</font> Hart was actually on break. Her lean frame was sprawled across one of the comfortable chairs in the Staff Room, eyes half-closed as she considered everything she had to do that day. So many things had to be done, but some could be delegated. She had to talk to Twobit about another leak, needed to discuss a new training program for out of shape youngsters who wanted more then just the health and physical education were giving them... ah, and she had several classes to attend, to observe. Oh, and one couldn't forget the paperwork that was piled up on her desk, most of it in need of her immediete assistance. Or so everyone seemed to think, anyways. Almost everyone here thought that their project or schedule was more important then everyone else's. She barely caught a flicker of movement as Donanyi entered, and sighed, rolling off of the couchlike furniture. Despite all of the work she had to do, registering newcomers often fell to her, too. They really needed a Secretary or two to help out. Eh, well, things could be worse. Effortlessly slipping out of the Staff lounge, and into the Foyer, she eased into her office, and looked at the new nioti. Nodding, and gesturing at the chair in front of her desk, she briskly pulled the registration papers out of their position on her desk, and pressed them in his direction. <font color=#330000>"Yes, this is the right place. Take a seat. Here are the registration forms... I presume that you can read and write? If not, I can help... Oh, I'm Hart Demori. Principal."</font> </font>
<font color='#48CCCD'>He quickly but clumsily trotted toward the chair that she had gestured to. Then he quickly reached forward at the papers, and drew them close to him so he could read them. But before doing so he noticed her haste in giving him the papers, a small smirk was plastered on his face. Must be a busy day he thought to himself. But he let that thought drift. He then crouched over at the papers then relized he didnt have anything to write with. "um, Miss do you have a pen I can use"</font>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px>Hart was prepared to shift her attention to her work immedietly, distracted by the need to finish it. She pulled a list of needed supplies off of a large stack of "to do", and eyed it in contemplation. It was for a fighting class, and some of the things would require effort and money to acquire. In fact, a bit of it was rather expensive, maybe even needless for the class. Digits wrapped around a pen, and scratched out some of the items, since she knew they were in a weaponry closet in the Basement. One of the older ones, though, so it was likely they'd need a bit of repair. Less expensive then new ones, though. As he spoke, she looked up, and blinked, then realized what he had said, and chuckled in apology. <font color=#330000>"Of course, I'm sorry. I'm terribly distracted."</font> She grabbed a pen, and pushed it towards him, before returning to her work. </font>
