glaciemdracones (glaciemdracones) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-04-19 22:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: callidora manikas, character: leon vincent, location: hydra dorm |
Thread: Morning Rituals
WHO: Callidora Manikas & Leon Drumm
WHEN: 14th April, just before 6am {Backdated}
WHERE: Outside the Hydra dorms
Callidora held a huge fascination for the magical arts and those that practised them. She often wondered what it was like for people to be gifted with such a remarkable ability, whether the felt that it was a heavy weight to bear, knowing that they were one of the few practitioners of their kind at an institution like this. Did they feel they had to do better to ensure that the overall opinion of their kind was not diminished?
She felt a small amount of jealousy towards a lot of the other students in that they seemed quite content to share what and who they were, whilst she had been told to keep it a secret. Though knowing that Ashton was under the keep of a Slayer, she understood that importance more than ever. She had never wanted to sing from the rooftops about her being a dragon, but learning the secret of another of her kin made her sure more than ever that her secret would have to be closely guarded because if it was not, then his would not be either.
She refused to betray his confidence like that. She would never betray one of her own kind.
Clad in a simple outfit of jeans, sneakers and a slightly oversized zip-up hooded sweater, Callidora had risen before the sun, anxious to see the Voodoo practitioner in action. He had said she could come to his house and watch him do some kind of morning ritual and she was excited to see.
Her hair was in two loose ponytails that hung just underneath her ears, obscuring but not completely hiding the starburst marks that were pale and white against her skin and she, as always, had her satchel secured against her chest. She did not trust the locks in her room just yet, and until she obtained more would not be leaving her smaller things in there where she could not see them.
She approached a boy with long hair and dark eyes standing just off from the entrance to what she had assumed was the Hydra House. She had gotten a little side-tracked along the way, spotting a rabbit that had reminded her that she was hungry, but she had been told that technically hunting was not allowed and as such had to force herself to leave it alone. She would track it down later. No one told a dragon what to do.
"Leon?" she asked, suddenly a little unsure and feeling marginally foolish that perhaps she had come to the wrong house or greeted the wrong person. She may not know human customs well, but she knew that was a social faux pas.