Anaise had to admit she was a little bit taken aback by... well,<i>everything</i>. The sheer variety of creatures gathered beneath Bennington’s towering walls was stunning. She’d seen most of them before, of course, but never all in the same place at the same time. Normals, mages, alchemists, humans, elves, even pixies... the school hadn’t been kidding around when they’d talked about desegregation.<br/><br/>Dressed in a deep green, strapless sundress that fell to her lower thighs, Anaise felt like it couldn’t be more obvious she was a new student. Returning students already wore their uniforms - she was already used to that type of uniform from boarding school, although the skirts looked a bit shorter than she was used to. She blushed a bit at that thought, her green eyes suddenly counting the stone tiles beneath her feet.<br/><br/>The speech from the stage interrupted her thoughts. The dean seemed like a decent enough sort, but the way he said “if you need anything, my office door is always open” made her shiver, although she wasn’t sure why. She made a little note to avoid him, if she could. She could only hope that she wouldn’t need his help.<br/><br/>“Class 1-F, please report to the podium, and make it quick, I don’t have all day.” Anaise blinked, not quite believing her eyes. On the stage was probably the most risque teacher she’d ever seen. Stockings, a short skirt, a<i>very</i>tight,<i>very</i>low-neckline blouse... so many of the other teachers looked so<i>normal</i>!<br/><br/>And as far as she could tell, many of the students who were approaching her didn’t seem very normal, either. She could already see what looked like a dark elf in the shortest skirt she’d ever seen - actually, Anaise was pretty sure she’d caught a glimpse of lacy underwear as she walked - and what might have been a fairy hovering around her. Why had she ended up in 1-F, of all classes?<br/><br/>The slightest flush in her cheeks, Anaise made her way to the stage, getting as close to the teacher as she dared. She gave her a slight nod, then glanced around at her to-be classmates. She gave the dark elf girl and the fairy a quick smile and wished there was someplace she could look that wasn’t a short skirt or cleavage. She wasn’t having much luck avoiding either of those, though.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>