<strong>Name:</strong>Vesper Clanwing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342209.msg16184276#msg16184276)<br/><strong>Grade:</strong>Basilisk, 4th Year<br/><strong>Track:</strong>Potions<br/><strong>Time|Date:</strong>1 May<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dark-grey cloak, sleeveless faded-black tunic, dark maroon trousers, and boots.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>A meal before work<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Festival, Observation Gardens<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/>A great, white creature soared through the sky on immense, silent wings. Its eagle foreclaws were outstretched, talons spread and cutting through the air that rippled its snowy feathers. Perched on its back was a rider with stark-white, feathered hair. The wind raced along the lengthy layers of her dark-gray cloak causing it to ripple like a flag as they soared above a festival. She clutched handfuls of her griffon’s feathered neck and braced its wide flank with her thighs as she looked down at the sea of students—some Newt and some returning. She had also been returning from a long journey. Various bags were strapped about her griffon’s hindquarters and shoulders stuffed with numerous ingredients—the eyes, teeth, tails, claws, glands, warts, etc. of beasts. One beast had left a memento on her milk flesh. Three, claw-like scars were on her left forearm.<br/><br/>The rider, Vesper Clanwing, Basilisk at the Klasverry School of the Arcane had been on her way back to her dorm room when the aroma of several roasting foods caused her to turn her steed around. The griffon’s wings went stiff as it banked counterclockwise to circle the garden below like a bird of prey. A mischievous smile curled on Vesper’s pink lips as a strategy wove together in her mind. Her griffon’s glossy, black eye shifted toward her, reflecting her handsome face.<br/><br/>“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked.<br/><br/>The griffon uttered a low rumble and a series of clicks in agreement.<br/><br/>Vesper’s lips unzipped into an impish grin. “Let’s give these green beans a show.”<br/><br/>The griffon’s wings began to bend and tuck inward, and it dove out of the sky, swooping toward the ground in a big arch. It passed over the tops of the vendor booths, causing loose napkins, plates, and other lightweight materials to become swept into the air from the palisman’s velocity.<br/><br/>Vesper tipped upside-down and her griffon snagged her shins within its talons. A large, smoked turkey leg was snatched from a stack of legs and held between her teeth. Her other hands went to work, snatching up two apples that she stuffed under her shirt beneath a sports bra. Bending up toward her palisman’s belly, she gave it a light tap as the griffon released her legs.<br/><br/>The stark-haired senior dropped with a thump from her boots on top of a table that wobbled precariously beneath her. She thrust out her pale, muscular arms, stumbling for a short moment before she regained her balance.<br/><br/>Shocked by the…lad’s? sudden appearance, the vendor first looked about for some sort of transport. Where the hell had he come from? “Hey! Get down from there!” he ordered as he stormed toward the boy.<br/><br/>Vesper had been eying the baked pretzels when she noticed a new face who was gawking up at her. The red-headed novice was marveling Vesper’s model-like height and crisp, blue eyes that exotically contrasted with her pallor skin. Still gripping the crispy leg of meat in her mouth, Vesper’s oaken brows lifted curiously at the girl before her hand disappeared up her shirt, grasping ahold of what the Newt had thought was her tit.<br/><br/>The girl’s face had an outbreak of blush redder than her hair and her eyes swelled to the size of saucers. Vesper’s tit then suddenly deflated, and the Newt’s mouth fell open in stupefaction. A red and yellow apple was tossed to the stunned girl whose hands rose all on their own to catch the warm apple.<br/><br/>Vesper quickly passed the loop of a giant pretzel over her wrist and snagged a sausage on a stick. Holding her free arm upward, she stepped back along the table, avoiding the swipes from the angry vendor. Her griffon looped around, flipping upside-down before descending in a swoop to lock forearms with Vesper. The senior was snatched away, giving the Newt a departing wink as she was carried into the sky. The griffon reached down to snatch the sausage from Vesper’s hand within its beak before lifting its rider back to its back. Vesper slid back into the saddle, tearing the turkey leg from her teeth as they ascended back toward their intended destination.<br/><br/>A salamander grinned at the newt girl whose face was still red. “Someone has a crush!”<br/><br/>The newt girl jumped. “N-no not at all. I just…It was just unexpected…” She looked away, clutching the apple within her anxious hands. “He startled me that’s all.”<br/><br/>The salamander’s brows crashed together as he gave the newt’s back a hard stare. “He? That was a girl.”<br/><br/>The newt then whirled. “What? Surely, you’re mistaken.”<br/><br/>The salamander scratched his head in confusion. “A-am I? I’ve attended this school for a year, and I always thought she was a girl.” He then mentally panicked,<em>Gods! Have I been crushing on another man this entire time?</em><br/><br/>The salamander turned to another student. “Hey, did you see that girl with the griffon just now? That’s a girl, right?”<br/><br/>“Heck no. That’s a dude.”<br/><br/>“She’s a girl,” chimed another female.<br/><br/>“Stop lying to the younglings.”<br/><br/>“I’m not lying! She’s a girl!”<br/><br/>The newt gave all the students a blank stare as they argued over the mysterious rider’s gender. She had thought with some of them having attended the school longer than she that someone would have known.