Cresaya clutched her talisman gently, thinking about the werewolf sniffing at her as he did. It was far too forward, or inappropriate, if nothing else. She didn't even think that she would even believe she would smell different from her fellow cohorts. All the more so with a werewolf having to take a whiff of her and wondering for himself. She had been very careful, not to keep it a secret but it was not the kind of thing that she could just openly say. But that it would cause a stir for the student body to find out a dragon was among their numbers. Her kin was not the kindest of creatures. One look in a history book could easily tell one that within three pages of any book of Dragons.<br/><br/>She could have left right then and there to check up on the other mages, but the voices of her peers caught her attention, "Cresaya!" Shouted Seldes. "You won't get any stronger clutching your talisman like that. If you start slacking, I run out of competition... And I'm gonna hate that." This competitive attitude of Seldes often seemed to make Cresaya laugh, at times. He always would silently compete with her, not that she minded. Two more sorcerers joined in a line.<br/><br/>"Let's try not to get another person hurt, all right?" Seldes scolded, looking to the other two, who looked away with nodding heads. At least for Cresaya, this would take her mind off of Micky right now. The mages began to pool dark power from one another.  Cresaya, who had her talisman in hand, felt the power soon from the four, shaping into a growing dark sphere.<br/><br/>The power flow seemed more controlled now, like running water gushing from a tightened faucet. Seems Micky knew what he was doing. She had to remember that some thanks were in order. But how to thank him? Maybe cooking will be a good idea for returning the favor. The sphere of dark energy began to grow very slowly. Black wings sprouted forth as birds squirmed out to take wing. The other two sorcerers couldn't seem to keep up with Cresaya and Seldes. It was their show, as the two were too amazed by what they just saw. The birds flew above the battlegrounds as the darkness melted away to reveal a flock of birds whose feathers were colored a dark blue. Watching them fly so freely, it was enough to make Cresaya look at him with a stroke of nostalgia.