Andras Taffryn ap Gwyn, or 'Andrew Gwynn ' as his new passport said, had not enjoyed the flight across the pond. He didn't fully understand why his father had chosen this path for him. Learning of the mundane ways of the mortal world was of little interest to Andras. That's what they had the old families that still honored them for. Like the one that got forged documents for him and arranged his travel. It seemed having entered the United States with some ink pressed onto a small book was an important thing, these days. Two days ago, he'd stepped out of a faerie hill in Wales and was met by an older man with a sturdy truck for off-roading and a selection of painfully boring clothes in his size. Andras hadn't spoken much to that man, or his family that night, nor to anyone in the metal chamber that rocketed through the air. It was all unnecessary as far as he was concerned. There were fewer hills in the New World, but they would have been faster and more familiar to use. A private driver met him at the airport after he fumbled through oppressive immigration procedures. Andras barely spoke to that driver as well. The driver informed him that the instructions he was given were to drop the boy at a distance from the school he'd be attending, and he'd have to go the rest of the way on his own.<br/><br/>A distance was right. Andras held his suitcase and took in the forest before him. This was, so far, the most familiar sight in days. He waited for a few minutes just to verify that no one was coming to collect him, then he strode confidently into the dark trees. Once out of sight from the road, the teen closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, calling silently to his magical steed. There was a soft keen of a sudden cold wind through the trees, and Andras felt a presence by his side. He opened his cold blue eyes as his horse-sized black stag snorted in greeting. Andras stroked the black fur of his mount's neck once, then deftly jumped and swung a leg over its back. It was a little awkward to carry a suitcase, but he situated it in front of himself, then urged the nightmare beast forward. It was rare to ride the stag during the day, but the woods were dark enough to not bother it. The pair rode forward, not sure exactly where to go, but the dark forest was a calming oasis in the cacophony of modern voices and machinery.<br/><br/>Eventually, the trees thinned then gave way to a clearing. The large old building was obviously his destination, so Andras brought his steed to a stop, then dismounted and dismissed it with a firm pat on the shoulder. Perhaps having a magical ride bound to his soul was cheating for whatever reason students were expected to make this leg of the journey on their own, but Andras couldn't be bothered to care. With his suitcase in hand, wearing dark jeans and a coal grey v-neck sweater, he walked confidently towards the front door of the Drake University for the Unknown Sciences.