<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg591360#msg591360">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 05-05-2008, 19:40:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She almost expected a prince to ride out along side of them upon a white charger, challenging them to a race.  The setting was perfect and all sorts of likewise images flitted through her head as she clung to Io as the motorcycle bumped along the highway.  Half closing her eyes, she even began to imagine dwarves and other strange creatures in the forsest shadows, making her shiver as she remembered that all the creatures of faerie were not benign nor harmless.<br/><br/>"Does the school look like a castle?" she asked, only half joking, imagining small round turrets with pinions flying from them and ivy covered walls.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Io laughed. "Not really. Well, in a way maybe you could say it does. Have you seen those old english private schools on tv? For some stupid reason they call them public schools, apperantly, but nevermind that. Dartmoor Academy looks just like you'd picture one of those old schools would look like. The buildings look like they have stood there alot longer than we think...and maybe they have."<br/>As he finished talking the bike speed into the Dartmoor village, and Lily knew what he meant. This looked more like a sleepy and idylic english village you might see on an english murder mystery than an american village. Seeing the village, she was suddenly even more eager to see the school. This felt like a place that was very easy to love.