Class had already started so Ceilia wasn't surprised to see the courtyard and the halls clear of students. She led the two Centaurs into the school, their hooves clacking on the linoleum. Phytos followed close behind her, his gaze fixated on the fluffy white wings that bounced behind his teacher.<br/><br/>Shy wasn't even close to describe how he felt, but with a pretty girl beside him, he wanted to impress her, so he called on his bravery, straightening up when they reached the class. He could sense her apprehension and put his hand on her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Come on. Let's get this over with. We'll help each other, okay. Us Centaurs need to stick together." he said. Ceilia smiled and pushed open the door. Holding it open so they can walk inside.<br/><br/>"Sorry I'm late, class. Just collecting a few stragglers. Please welcome two new students who were running a little late. This is Phytos and Keele." she said, "And welcome all to the first class of History." Ceilia gestured toward a couple of spare desks against the wall in the same row. With a wave of her hand the chairs before the desk seemed to fall and in their place now lay two soft mats for the Centaurs to sit on. Phytos led Keele over to the desks and took his place in front, trying to ignore the stares from the rest of the class. He felt their stares in the back of his head, but when he dared to steal a glance at the rest, he realized they were all staring at their teacher, who was now writing on the board, her white wings slightly bouncing behind her and slightly flared so they obstructed the whole class's view of the board. Whens he was done, she turned and revealed the board, now adorned with a vague outline of the course she had planned, continuing on with the class as if the two centaurs were just regular students, the same as the rest. Most were still fixated on her instead of the two half human, half horse students on the side of the class. Phytos realized this was what she meant when she said she would experience what they did, except now he saw her true intentions, to draw the attention away from them and onto her. Phytos had never heard of a Daeva before. She said she came from another realm so she would be the only one to exist. Even more rare than Centaurs. Here, compared to their History teacher, Centaurs were as common as vampires or lycans. This made him smile. He turned to Keele and motioned with his head to take a look at the class, and where they were staring.<br/><br/>"See what she is doing?" he whispered, "I think we can trust her."