Day: 18 Quarter: Dyo Year: 81378 <span style='color:orange'>When Spark took a deep breath, taking in the beautiful day air. It was even sunnier than it normaly is in Dyo. It was a day to be alive. He walked on a dirt road path to the Academy, looking down at his sketch notebook. He had sketched out what he thought the Academy would look like. He wasn't a bad drawer after all, but sometimes he gets filled with self-doubt. He didn't want to look up to see the Academy yet, he wanted to finish his drawing. He took his pencil and erased a crooked line. Filled it in and said to himself, "There." He took a last good look at his drawing then looked up at the Academy. He stopped in his tracks. His tail flame became a bright orange (matching his spiky hair and paws/hands) from surprise. Janardan Academy was enormous! Well, not even the what Spark was thinking of. It was at least 7, maybe 8 times bigger then he thought it would be. He stuffed his notebook in his backpack wondering, How could mom AFFORD this?! He was on the steps of the Academy, and took his last breath of the Dyo air and walked inside. He expected students running to their next class, teachers scolding from the running, and craziness. There was none. He entered where offices, healing areas, and other work areas stood. He was speachless and surprized. He walked in slowly, wondering if there was a enrolling area or something. "Hello?" His voice echoed through the building. His gaze landed apon huge double doors. He walked close to it and saw a name tag of some sort to the right of the doors. He took a closer look to see the name tag said who was in that room and what they did. It was printed in fancy letters, Ms. Hart Demori Janardan Academy Principal "Wow" He told himself. He wondered if he was to be enrolled in there or not. I wondered if he should even knock or something. He stood staring at the name tag. He took a step back and scratched the back of his furry head. He said confused and lost, "Enrolling? Hmmm"</span>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=#330000>in character - <u>hart demori</u></b></font> Hart Demori was a very busy pendragon. Much of her time was spent with those who were enrolling. Not because it was, neccessarily, something that she had to do. No, there were plenty of people that she could hand that job on to. She had often been told that it would be a better idea. It simply wasn't the same, though, if she wasn't seeing every fresh face that popped up. While Esper and Jaceen handled some of the children, she honestly thought it was her pleasant duty to make sure they were all welcomed warmly to the Janardan grounds. The principal was quite happy to take care of them - unless she was elsewhere, or far too busy. Besises, she had to let the other members of administration have some work to do. Though they did plenty enough for her as at it was. Demori didn't know how she would survive without her fellow staff members to keep her in check and to lessen the workload, even if it wasn't by a huge amount. Sometimes she just needed a bit of relaxation time. Which she wouldn't have if she was caught up in the busy life of a Principal who had no assistants. Hart wasn't particularly busy today. The inflow of work had slowed as Dyo approached, in preperation for spring break - a vacation that she, even, got to take. Though it was usually spent getting caught up on unfinished work that needed to be complete, but she had never gotten around to it during the school year. Then again, she was also supposed to take a week long break every quarter, but she never did. She was a certified workaholic. Due to the fact that she loved her work, that was alright, though. The female pendragon shifted slightly in her seat, peering out of the window that was convienently placed so that it was facing the doorway to enter the Academy. To her slight surprise, at about that time, a new student entered. She knew he was new. Otherwise he would have been in some sort of class. Either that or he was skipping, but Hart had never seen him before, and she would have recognized one of her students - even if she didn't always remember their names. Standing up, she cracked the door open, looking at the young niotie with a slight smile as she looked down at him. <font color=#330000>"May I help you?"</font> Hart inquired with a faint smile.
"May I help you?" <span style='color:orange'>Spark took a step back, surprised to see her so quickly. He thought that there would be a long wait or something. He looked at the name tag once again then at the female pendragon. He told himself quietly, "You must be Ms. Demori." He was a little shaken and shy. He said louder so she could hear, "Yes please, I would like a little help." He made sure he used proper grammer in front of her. He would of answered, 'Yea.', but didn't. He took a step closer, and his tail flame turned a shy orange. He looked to the ground shyly. "I'm Spark, Spark Ledhs. I bet you already noticed that I'm new." He pulled his back pack tighter on his back and held on to the straps. "Umm, I need some help on getting enrolled." He said shyly. "But if you are busy, I'll ask someone else." He didn't what to make a bad impression or anything. He didn't want to start out to be the principal's worst enemy. Even though he wouldn't even pull a prank or do something of that sort. Spark looked up at the principal, shyly waiting for an answer.</span>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=#330000>in character - <u>hart demori</u></b></font> The slight smile on her lips curled more so that it was considerably more friendly, implying kind intentions toward the nioti. His first words were confirmed with a slight nod, an encouraging flick of her dual tails. The youngster seemed unneccessarily nervous, though it was normal for them to be a bit shy at the beginning. Unless they were exceptionally bold, she presented a rather weathered warrior figure. Lean frame or not, she was certainly someone who had seen her share of battles. The scars that crisscrossed her body certainly showed that. The symbols enlayed on her coat were also signs of something - though few were sure what, exactly. Someday she might find remember, but all of the things her late husband had told her were rather dull and silent in her mind. Forgotten when she had the memories of his death blocked out. Somehow, some things that had been connected to him had been blocked off, as well, by the mage who had been less-than-excellent. As he finished, she nodded slightly and tugged the door open completely, invitingly, stepping backward and gesturing for him to enter, before walking toward her desk. <font color=#33000>"Well, Spark, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm never too busy to help a new student. Come on in and I'll help you out with getting enrolled."</font> She replied encouragingly, settling back in her cozy chair.
<span style='color:orange'>Spark felt a bit more relaxed around the principal. He's very shy and feels normal for feeling so. He followed her into the principal's office. He bit his lip a little nerviously. He walked up to the desk. "Thank you." He replied as Ms. Demori sat in her chair. He flet safer in her office then any part of his trip getting to the Academy. 'dragons watched him travel by himself to the school. He ran quickly past the bars and such in Swaraj. Some drunk pendragons pestered him about his size on the way here, as well about his coat. They said it was girlish being furry like that. He just ingored them and walked on. "Is there any questions I need to answer to get enrolled?"Spark asked, trying to forget the drunk 'dragons, returning to the present. "I'll gladly answer them for you if you need."</span>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=#330000>in character - <u>hart demori</u></b></font> Demori settled carefully in her seat, curling her tails around her, their tufts resting against her legs as she watched Spark enter. It was obvious that he was a bit tentative about this whole ordeal. Understandably. She cut an authoritative figure, was someone he was taught to revere and respect, not to really trust as a somewhat motherly figure. Given the chance, she could certainly be paternal about her ways. It took time, of course, in order to receive such a reaction from the principal. Hart had to be somewhat harsh, considering the fact that she was the head of this school. She couldn't cuddle children all day long and tell them it was alright. She had to be strict and disciplined, show them that there was no getting past her with their little games at trying to look innocent. The principal gestured kindly at the seat across from her desk as he spoke, then nodded slightly, digits hovering over the enrolling papers as she asked a question that would determine which set she would need. <font color=#33000>"Are you transfering here, Spark, from a different school?"</font> Hart didn't think so, but it was better to ask than to fill out the wrong set of forms.
<span style='color:orange'>Spark shook his head. He replied, "No, but I've been home schooled."Spark was afaid to admit that his family was fairly poor. But he was glad to get out of the house for a while. He raised his gaze to the principal. He smiled sheepishly, trying to be friendly. He knew that she could keep a secret about his family's welth. He thought that he whould be teased about his welth, but if he kept it to himself, and maybe to the principal, that no one would know about it. "Um...My family is kind of poor. That's why I wasn't enrolled here earlier...My mom has been saving money so I could come to a real school..." He looked at his feet and then returned it to the principal. "So, umm...Anything else?"</span>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=#330000>in character - <u>hart demori</u></b></font> Demori felt a sort of tension even as Spark shook his head, then spoke. There was something he wasn't saying, the perceptive principal decided, though she didn't know what. The female really should have taken empathy as a third trade, seeing as she was quite good at telling what was wrong with others. Maybe it was just an effect of being a principal for so long and a mother, too. She had always been able to tell what troubled her two children. The elderly pendragon smiled faintly at the memories that came with that thought, though it faded as her newest student spoke. So they had a money problem, did they? There was a slight shake of her head, messy locks tumbling about her eyes as she considered these words. Not that he couldn't be a part of Janardan due to the financial troubles, simply that the Academy leader found it to be sad that this young man had to live some of his life without proper guidance - though, no doubt, he had been homeschooled well by his parents. <font color=#330000>"Just a few more questions, Spark, and then we'll be done."</font> The principal replied with an encouraging smile, glad that he had felt secure enough to let her know about his family's predicament. <font color=#330000>"What are your trades, ranks, and age? I also need to know if you have any hobbies that you would like to take classes on and if you have any preference in a roommate. Do tell me if you need me to repeat myself, I realize I speak a bit fast."</font>
<span style='color:orange'>Spark took the principal's words and listened to them in his ear over than over. He finaly replied, "My primary trade is drawing, basic, and my secondary is Sculpting, also basic. I'm 13."Spark stratched the back of his small lion mane and continued. "As you heared, I like art an stuff like that, nothing to do with sports. I perfer something I could...uh...live through. I'd like to take a music class. I wouldn't mind a little Sorcerery. Maybe elemental, but I'm still not sure.Spark rolled onto his toes, than his heels, still thinking about a room mate. "I'm not sure about the room-mate....I guess I'd like to have company. I wouldn't perfer a jockish type, but I guess I'll live..." Spark belevied he covered everything. He went through everything in his mind again, just to make sure. He wanted to check out the Academy, maybe make some sketches of the place. He wasn't in a hurry, but he wanted to go find his dorm and unpack, maybe finish his drawing of his family he sketched in his free time.</span>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=#330000>in character - <u>hart demori</u></b></font> Hart was accustomed to long waits, seeing as most were nervous - some hadn't even figured out what, exactly, they wanted to do with their time at Janardan. The Academy had various clubs and groups that met daily, bi-weekly, weekly, or some only once a month. There was so much to choose from. Most of which the children didn't even know about, thinking that there were only classes to join. In the beginning, that was fine, though. Which was why Demori often phrased the question as "hobby classes", because that was how it usually started out. Then they would drift toward a group or club as time progressed, friends were gained with similar interest, and the youth in question found himself (or herself) with a club that had many of their good acquaintances, pendragons they would like to know better. So they joined. The most important hobbies were those which involved sports, naturally, seeing as the younger ones would probably have classes about the sport, and the older ones might be eligible to join in on the teams. As Spark spoke, Demori's pen scratched across the paper before her, writing down all the information she was issued, adding in the hobbies that he might like classes in, smiling lightly at the Elemental Sorcery one. Her fellow administrator, Jaceen Lapices, was the teacher of Basic in that class. Sometimes the Principal envied her young friend. Jaceen could teach as well as administrate. Though her friends and comrades had often tried to convince her that it would be fine if she did - they really could handle everything for a couple of hours a day while she taught - Hart could never find the time to do so. Besides, most wouldn't join a class that their Principal taught, too intimidated. <font color=#33000>"Well, then, Spark, I think we have everything figured out. Your schedule will be finished and brought up to your room a little bit later, since I need to figure everything out, and I wouldn't want to make you wait."</font> Demori said with a kindly smile, knowing he must be anxious to get out of here and go to do something more interesting. <font color=#33000>"How about this... I'm going to let you have a room to yourself. Just for a while, until I can check through all of these files and figure out the perfect roommate for you. How does that sound?"</font> Hart already had an idea, but that would take time, too.
<span style='color:orange'>Spark didn't want to feel like he was rushing her, but he was anxious to get out of the room. Spark hoped to have a room-mate that would keep him company and wouldn't be a jerk about his interests. He felt there was other pendragons that will hopefully would be more interested. Spark nodded slightly, trying again, not to rush the principal, and hopefully, not starting out on her "bad" list. He would like to sit for a while on his (well not truly his,) bed. He would be able to finish his sketch and get to chat into anyone that would be interested in chatting, maybe tell him how to get around without embarrassing yourself. Spark shook the day-dream from his head and said with a sheepish smile, "Which way to the dorms?"</span>
<font color='#000F22'><center><blockquote><font color=dimgray face=verdana size=1><span style=letter-spacing:-1px><font color=#330000>in character - <u>hart demori</u></b></font> Demori rarely felt at a loss doing her job and today was no exception. Though Spark seemed lost in his own thoughts. Therefore, she merely let him stay there, knowing very well that there was no reason to rush these things. Claws tapped gently against the desk as she pulled a rather insignificant matter toward her. Another parent writing to ask Hart how their child was doing. It was easy to just say that they were doing fine, though sometimes that was not the case. Most parents with troublemakers knew it far before they sent letters inquiring after their offspring, however. If, that was, the troublemaker even had a parent at all. A lot of the more rebellious ones were orphans. Or so it had been for a time. Things were actually relatively calm, lately. That was a very light term, in truth, due to some of the stranger occurrences that had happened over the last couple of months. Mentally shaking off her thoughts, the principal looked at Spark as he spoke. There was a slight smile and a physical, very slight shake of her head as he spoke so sheepishly. No reason for that, as he would soon find, unless he was a troublemaker. If that had been the case he wouldn't be sheepish t'all, though. His words were somewhat anticipated, though some would have just set off on their own in search of their new room, uncaring for the fact that Janardan was quite large. Some of them were right in doing so, however, seeing as it was good to figure out the lay of the land. Hart was ready to just give him the directions to the dormitories, but realized it might be better if she supplemented her words with something physical. Like, say, one of the maps she kept handy for newcomers. One such thrice-folded sheet lay underneath some of the other papers on her desk and was quickly found by the Principal. It had more information in it as well. A map of the entire Janardan grounds, an insert about the Cafeteria, the Clubs, and the Teams. So that newcomers were well informed. <font color=#330000>"Here's a map... And here's your key, now that I'm thinking about it."</font> Demori pulled the appropriate key out of its position, nestled among all the rest. She had decided not to give verbal directions seeing as they would be rather redundant, with the map. Unfortunately there were no teenagers hanging around that she could ask to guide Spark. That would have been better. Ah, well, he seemed a bright lad, he could find his way to the dorms. As long as he could read a map, that was.
