Emilae watched with intense curiosity welling up behind her heart. This girl was so proper; she wasnâ€™t sure how she should be respond to her. Perhaps she should sit completely straight? Respond with yes maâ€™am? Sheâ€™d never done that beforeâ€¦ why would she start now? These odd emotions were making her feel out of her mind, like she was knee deep in the waters of the ocean and the sand was sucking her down further and further. Em shook herself out of the depth of her mind and cleared her throat as quietly as possible.<br/><br/>"Lovely view hmm?" The light skinned girl asked, referencing to where the elf had been gawking out the window with severely less passion that the student in front of her. She looked from the pale girl to the fountain outside and then back to the food, stuffing a few more pieces of jerky in my mouth.<br/><br/>Emilae almost choked when the girl in front of her jumped. Her eyes went a bit wide and she quickly inhaled a bit of water. The girl introduced herself as Alice, holding out a flawlessly pearl hand. Setting down the water, Em took her hand and shook it delicately as if she might break the petals on a flower. She felt a bit too tom boyish and rough to be associated with Alice, but she stuffed the awkwardness to the back of her mind. Em knew she had to get along with the other students or else her time here at the academy was going to be long and painful.<br/><br/>Suddenly the bells chimed and Emilae slumped a bit. â€œClass already??â€ She exhaled sharply through her nose and grabbed her trash up quickly. â€œUh, Alice. See you at lunch? Iâ€™m going to be late if I donâ€™t run!â€ Em grinned at Alice, her bottom teeth more exposed than the top in an irregular response. She pushed her chair in in a rush, tossed her trash quickly and bolted down the halls to where her Math class was.<br/><br/>She pictured a map in her head and scouted out the location of the building and classroom with a bit more ease than she suspected. Wood Elves were known for navigating difficult terrain in the forest, despite what day or time it was. She slowed to a walk when she was a few doors down from C2. Em opened the door, quickly made her way to the far side of the class room, front seat. There were a few other students in the class, chatting amongst each other. Em sighed as she sat down and threw her backpack over the back of her seat.<br/><br/>The class room started to get a bit more rowdy as time passed and no teach had arrived. She doodled a few elvish letters and celtic patterns on the inside of her notebook out of boredom.<br/><br/>About thirty minutes in the door opened and a man walked through. Em looked up, her chin in her hand, elbow planted on the desk. He apologized for being late, said he was the math teacher and gave a quick lesson to work on. This was going to suckâ€¦. Em hated math.<br/><br/>She opened her book with a silent groan and started working on the problems. They seemed simple enough but she knew this was going to get much harder. As she focused on the numbers she overheard the teacher calling roll. When she heard her name she flashed a hand, said â€œHere,â€ and never looked up. She returned the problem she was fighting with until given further instruction.