<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/014070fe9f2477038b8a4c92d2787a0c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elixir 'Eli' Sommerfeld<br/><strong>Grade:</strong>Salamander; 2nd Year<br/><strong>Track:</strong>Healing (Abjuration & Conjuring)<br/><strong>Time|Date:</strong>May 1st<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Trinket pendant of a white gold wyvern; gray tunic.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong><em>Curious, Spoiled, Focused</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Observation Garden (When in housing section 3: Healing, Bard, Potions)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN, Marilla Lynch, Elynea<br/><strong>Extra:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>In a rushing whirl of petals and confetti, the sea elf turned his head with resolve, letting shoulder-length brassy gray hair fall billowing back revealing a black striped tribal tattoo on his chiseled cheek. His honey pupils flecked with warm sunlight as he took in the ritualistic revelry in the Observation Garden. There was less water and humidity here in the Elder Providence compared to back home at the Shifting Isle, which was something the sea elf had to acclimate to by rubbing cream and salve on his olive dark skin, dabbing balm on his pursed lips, and running oil through his mane of hair. It had been unsettling, the quiet murmuring and shuffling in his area of the dorms. He had dropped his luggage at the foot of his bed, not at all enjoying the solitude of his spacious room. He stood there with his ornate brass staff that was sculpted like an obelisk and sniffed at this bare, stoic, exiled-monk barn room and sorely missed home already. He had built his loft that overlooked the sweet-smelling crystal clear water, and it was his home, his favorite place in the world. Klasverry came a very close second, if he had to suppose. Woodwinds in the terraced and columned background of the Observation Garden lifted Elixir Sommerfeld's spirit in a poignant moment - for he was a Newt just last summer. Today marked his first return as Salamander, and he certainly had plans.<br/><br/>Eli whimsically and very slowly strolled by the benches with his brass obelisk staff under arm, purple juice in a silver goblet in one hand, and a steamy plate of sugar-dusted funnel cake in the other. The sea elf Salamander curiously browsed the faces and builds of the Newts. Who among them had potential? He arched an eyebrow as one of them with an insecure slouch passed by. Who would get themselves expelled? He snacked on his funnel cake in suspense. Who were easy on the eyes? He quietly measured them up, not minding if he snagged a boyfriend, but he was left frustrated with little answers and more mysteries. He was soft spoken<em>(and maybe sounded a little exasperated and burdened without meaning to)</em>when approached and asked for directions, leading them to some place or someone that can help them better than he could. He wished them luck often but deep in the back of his mind, as far as he was concerned Newts were on their own. He hadn't made many friends last semester with his class so he didn't expect another Salamander to come approaching him with affection. He gritted his teeth to stifle a snarl of annoyance but relented to the idea that he was also here to make friends.<br/><br/>Last summer was chaos - blunders, misunderstandings, confusions, absences, tardiness, chases, and being expelled from buildings and nearly the campus. Then in a blink, just like that, the summer, semester, and his Newt stage was over. The entirely stressful and lonely Klasverry experience was also majorly wasted on pettiness and intense rivalry with a few students, especially that devious Marilla Lynch, the Kraken of Klasverry usually she was the one who hogged books in the Library from him who needed them too and she even also stole his long-time customers back home! By his last day as a Newt, he was a nervous wreck and tried to spend the year to recuperate but wherever work took him, there was Marilla Lynch.<em>(And he would oftentimes see Marilla Lynch at sea too, wanting to blast her ship with some cannonballs in his fantasy.) Oh gods, Marilla Lynch where is she, Eli Sommerfeld kept a watchful eye out for her in the Observation Garden.</em>Though today, Eli was back, a Salamander with his eye on the clock and the calendar. His efforts shall go into measuring and optimizing his scholastic progress and keeping his clientele. No one - not a Newt, and certainly not Marilla Lynch - can hold him back now.<br/><br/>For most of his life, Elixir idolized the Healing Coven who he and the Sommerfelds helped sail on their voyages. Under the stars, they told him tales and demonstrated a variety of their talents. Among them, what caught his interest the most were abjuration (protection spells, healing, barriers) and conjuring (instantaneous transportation, defensive attacks). That was all he had wanted to master. To keep the innocent separate from harm. The Healers enchanted him while they crossed seas, and since then the sea elf was set on joining their ranks. His parents and siblings, well let's just say they let him know they disapprove of him being here and not with them helping them during the busiest fishing and shipping season of the year.<br/><br/>As Elixir saw who else was around in the Observation Garden, his Palisman, Crystal, erupted in rainbow fire and perched atop the brass obelisk staff.  He saw that as many faces that were unfamiliar, there were many faces familiar like Elynea and her iconic Great Horned Owl Palisman. Everyone learned quickly and early on not to mess with that witch. He liked her. He would not be able to handle her path with finesse and grace as she had, but he can share a resemblance of that determination burning in Elynea. He looked up to her and figured perhaps he could glean some wisdom from being around her. He crossed her path to tell her a quick and polite "Good to see you again, Elynea."