Metal tipped fingers touched smooth skin as Myodin draped herself against the window of her dorm, her eyes glazed over in a dream-like fashion as she tried to comprehend the upcoming day.<br/><br/>"How nice!" She sang to herself out-loud, not another soul present to hear her girlish mumbles save for one floating, white mass of flames and metal that had been held securely in a tough, magically-sealed orb of metal and enchanted glass.<br/><br/>"It looks like I am going to finally get to do something<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>exciting for once! What do you think, Ampher?" She chanted on over to the container, sliding herself that her back would now lean against the pearly walls of her small but perfectly comfortable assigned home within the University district.<br/><br/>"Ampher" did not reply out-loud, but seemed to get the feel of it's creators excitement; The tiny construct whirled its body about in the small space it was given, a sound similar to a very small gong going off with every loop the flame-like creature danced.<br/><br/>"Yes! I agree!" Myodin replied with a happy laugh, rushing on forward before she gently pressed the side of her face against the glass, as if embracing the orb in a loving fashion. "I have to go now, though. You have to be good, Ampher. Stay here, don't try and come out." She told the whirlwind of chaotic magic, then placing a soft and affectionate kiss against its tiny home before she turned and gathered up her beloved poncho off of her bed, tossing it over her own head that it would rest along her shoulders. Ampher replied with a couple of jingling sounds, though upon sensing its creator's coming departure, the construct seemed to whirl about more rapidly, rushing as close to the girl's presence as it could get within its keep before it finally calmed down.<br/><br/>Her room was a clean mess in its entirety; Numerous books, scrolls, pieces of metallic devices and and out-of-place drawings of wavering shapes had been spread all about the place, though the scent of the small space was always fresh and papery despite the madness of appearance. Handwoven blankets and scarves had been collected all about the tables and her bed, sent to her by her loving Mother whom had also been the very creator of the dark poncho she had about her body. Numerous letters from her family had made a large pile upon a cushion of a seat near the window, all of them opened and clearly read through before settled down among their brethren. Myodin's method of keeping things was a mix of sentimentality and clutter, though there was always a warm feel about the girl and the places she kept close to her heart.<br/><br/>Bursting out from her dorm room, the girl quickly slammed and locked her door shut, the rush of the set of events enough to startle any nearby students before they would witness the sprint of the young woman down the halls, a nearby Hall Advisor calling out after her not to run, but only being replied with a happy wave of her gauntlet.<br/><br/>A small satchel bounced behind her filled with a few references and simple notes for any magic she wanted to cast, along with repair tools and replacement parts in case her devices somehow suffered a malfunction. She always made sure to carry such with her, though it was usually hidden under the long fabric that was her outfit.<br/><br/>Making her way into the Ivory Tower itself was an awkward situation for Myodin, whom had acquired a sort of mischievous reputation from her wild escapades and destructive hobbies. The clerks would be consistent in giving her a wary and scolding expression, and today would be no different, if not more suspicious for them. Most were somewhat aware of the message that had been sent out, and anyone whom knew Myodin was also aware of her bad habits in creating Flux with her magic. It was something she tried to control as much as possible, but the young Thaumathurge was not the most experienced in her damage-control just yet. The fact that she - of all the mages to call upon - had been requested for this investigation was highly curious even to herself. Though she understood the numbers were needed, she had been positive that her name would have had certain holds against her for anything so sensitive as the northern warp. She had guessed it an error in the paperwork, but was not going to bring it up anytime before she had left with the others. This was her chance to explore some of the world and see the strange creatures the warp had produced. This entire investigation was right up her alley.<br/><br/>She had managed to sneak on by the clerks relatively unnoticed, almost tip-toeing to the entrance of the conference chamber before her violet hues fell upon the most marvelous and curious sight she had ever beheld in a long time.<br/><br/>A being made of molten rock and crab-like shells stood before her, the swirling mass below her making the young girl almost go dizzy from wonder and excitement. She had never seen anything quite like it, but the being in its entirety was highly inspiring to the wavy-haired, bright-eyed girl. Where had it come from? How was it made? Could she make something like it? It seemed to be a lot more wiser than her own creations, perhaps due to the less volatile magics that crafted it. She could not assume it was of an Arcanist's doing or of similar style to her own, because it was far too peculiar for either. She guessed it had to be of Druid magic, for that was the only type she was completely unfamiliar with.<br/><br/>Myodin let out a squeak of embarrassment when she had realized she had been gawking, previously having had her mouth wide open and even slouching in a sad, goofy manner as she stared upon the elemental being. Her cheeks flushed red for a moment and she found herself bowing repeatedly, playing about with her own fingers.<br/><br/>"S-sorry! I'm sorry!" She said up to it, noting its somewhat feminine appearance.<br/><br/>"You are just really interesting-seeming and all, I did not mean to... I am going over here! Hah hah!" She pointed off, her left hand scratching behind her head nervously while her right pointed off to one of the seats, and just as quickly as she spoke, the girl was bolting off again to hide off in one of the chairs, blinking about with sheepish grins to anyone whom she caught looking her way as she waited for the meeting to begin, and hopefully get her mind off of the little mishap she had moments earlier.