Tria the 7th, 81379 Oculars of a dark honey gold scan the foyer nervously, a hint of apprehension tainting their amber warmth. Slim digits wrapped around the worn leather-bound handle of a large beige suitcase, hands clenched tight to hide the nervous trembling of the female. Cho was in the first public school she’d ever been to… and now she was going to become a student here? The idea sent tiny waves of fear down her spine, her loose thatch of hair coming down to hide her face (well, her eyes anyways). She held her bag in front of her, like it would provide some sort of barrier between her and the rest of the students that walked freely about the establishment, most not even bothering to give her the decency of a second glance. Her ringed tail swayed and flicked out behind her, as if expressing the inner agitation she was feeling. Wings were present, protruding from twin slits tailored into the back of her black t-shirt. White lace extended from the sleeves of her shirt, hugging lean arms down to the mid-forearm where it billowed out into long, loose folds. Her dark jeans were obviously new, still bearing that crisp, just-off-the-rack look. To even the most casual observer, it was clear that the anubial ‘dragon was dressed for her first day of school. With a deep, calming breath Cho Seitzu began dragging her luggage towards the front desk, grunting quietly under the hefty weight of her things. Ears pinned back as she struggled with the unforgiving object, she was torn between moving her bag and dodging traffic as she was cut off repeatedly by the residents.
