<div class="floatright">(http://s8.favim.com/mini/150901/adorable-beach-beauty-blue-eyes-Favim.com-3219218.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Ninotchka Morozov<br/><strong>Time/date</strong>Morning October 27th 2017<br/><strong> Location</strong>Ferry/Auditorium<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>open<br/><strong>Misc Information</strong><br/><br/>Ninotchka or Nino to her family stood on the bustling dock side, she gazed around in curiosity her bright green eyes looking at one thing after another, never settling for long. This was a first for the timid shifter, she had never before traveled outside the comfort of her pard. Her body was upright and tense, her senses on high alert, her nose picking up the smell of the water and the food stuffs available for sale on the dock side. As well as the hidden scent of others like her. Nino had very little personal effects to begin with, but what she had was clasped firmly in one hand in a leather suitcase. A passerby would have wondered how such a delicate looking female could manage such a large, clearly cumbersome and masculine suitcase. However for Nino the weight was was small. When it was time to board the ferry for the academy Nino slid mostly unseen through the crowd.<br/><br/>Used to being able to blend into her surroundings, the silver haired girl stood out a bit due to her northern clothing, fresh from the snowy mountains of Russia, she wore a thick fur lined white coat, black trousers, and fluffy white boots the kind you really only saw on programs such as hiking in the Alps. Oddly though once people had registering the fact that she was clearly not from these parts, they were unable to remember a single clear detail about the girl. Boarding the boat Nino slid into a seat where she could observe who got on without been easily seen herself. The journey had been another new experience and the young woman had spent much of the time Gazing out the window.<br/><br/>Following the others from the ferry once they had arrived at the school, she took a seat in the auditorium, her gaze locked on the head ash he welcomed them to the academy. Truth be told she had some small difficulty translating his speech, she had when her parents had allowed her to attend, made fast work of studying English, but some words still evaded her understanding. She made out something about going to see the headmaster or misstress about a meeting and quickly made her way to the clip board indicated by Mr Marthelion and scribbled her name at the top of the page.