Walking along, the wind blew Jasmine's cloud colored hair, and she was smiling pleasantly. She was in her training clothes, a fitting white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and old sneakers. Tacky, but it worked for her. Stepping silently on the wooden porch, she knocked on the door. While waiting, she took in the sweet scent of the warm air, the sun coming up. The sunshine felt nice on her pale skin, and she closed her eyes. After waiting a few minutes, she stepped inside. Walking down to the basement, she looked around, searching for her teacher.