<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/vampiric_gaze_by_serenitysteph-d42g63z-1.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">Nylora Valdimir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129066.msg5734424#msg5734424)<br/>Time: Afternoon, Day 2<br/>Location: Entrance Hall<br/>Tagged: Anyone</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Nylora woke that morning with unease. She rose from her bed on the floor of her yurt. The bed was made of piled animal hides and had, over the years, molded to the shape of her body. Her living quarters were simple. The yurt was round for ease in spotting intruders and was wholly simplistic. There was her bed opposite of the doorway, a furnace set into the wall, a dresser for clothes, a couple drawers to house her ritual supplies, and a book case to hold her studying materials: books, scrolls, and the like.<br/><br/>As soon as her feet touched the ground, she saw them, her parents’ old leather bags. Something told her they were packed with all her belongings. A moment later, and she had her confirmation. She sifted through the clothes, ritual necessities, and books that her parents had packed. She stood up and systematically went to her dresser. She pulled out a few more clothing items and stuffed them into the luggage. If her parents had packed her bags, there was a good reason and she wouldn’t argue. She continued to dress and soon emerged from her yurt.<br/><br/>Her parents were waiting in that eerily calm manner that hundreds of years to perfect. “The gates have opened,” her mother stated as if that was all that needed to be said. Of course, it <em>was</em> all that needed to be said. Her parents had been preparing her for this day for as long as she could remember. Her father regaled stories, always with a stern face, and her mother had always inserted a few of her own when the need arose. They had practiced with her until she had perfected the lower level powers and rituals so that she would be ready to pass the Advanced Placement tests for her first year. They had hounded her on the importance of this school and she would not fail them.<br/><br/>Nylora and her parents didn’t talk much on the journey to the closest town with the portals. Her father had seen them in a trip through the Underworld but it would take at least a day’s travel before the gates were reached. The tension was high and a jitter of nerves she’d never felt before was starting to make its way into her bones.<br/><br/>They skirted the towns, hoping to avoid people when possible. They finally arrived in the town the next day. This particular town obviously hadn’t seen many vampires as women shielded their children and men fingered their weapons upon the carriage’s approach.<br/><br/>They all hopped down from the carriage and her father gathered her bags. They approached the large gate that loomed before them and Nylora was suddenly afraid. What if the academy didn’t accept her? Would her parents kill her in shame? Nylora took her bags and resisted the urge to look back at her parents one last time. They’d think the gesture weak. With her head held high, she stepped through the portal.<br/><br/>Coming out of the other side of the portal, Nylora let out her breath. She’d made it. She narrowed her eyes on the long stretch of road before her. Where exactly did this lead? She shrugged the old cracked leather bags over her shoulder and started on down the road.<br/><br/>After a few miles, the sun was high in the sky, and on the horizon appeared a massive grey structure. That must be it. She continued on at a steady pace until reaching the entrance and entering.</span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/from_the_underworld_by_serenitysteph-d41swhg.jpg)</div>