<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/uf25kmw44ij2m4a/ChaliceThumbnail.jpg)</div>Name: Candie Chalice<br/>Location: Academy, Main Hall<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><hr/><br/>The little mouse is already in the main hall, lost in a sea of other students as they mill about in preparation for orientation. The seats are already taken, and at her height she couldn't just sit and watch anyway. Standing room is already filling quickly across the upper rim of the presentation hall and down the stairs to the stage. If she doesn't make a move fast, she'll be forced to stare at someone's ass the whole time!<br/><br/>Candie stands on the balls of her feet, holding a vain hope that she might be able to see through a crack in the throng of student flesh, but rapidly gives up on that venture as the press proves to be too solid to see through. "Hey, ex-excuse me." She tries to get the attention of the student in front of her, but the den of countless murmurs also proves to be more than she can politely overcome. Her ears drop, whiskers twitching as she looks around at what she can, catching a glimpse of the light streaming through the large windows.<br/><br/>It takes a few moments of this before an idea finally strikes her rodent mind. If your vertically challenged, think above the box! She starts working her way to the back of the crowd to one of the great windows of the halls, and hopping up onto the window sill, gives herself an easy two and a half feet, enough to see over the sea of student heads! She catches site of a rare treat, a centaur, as well as a neko who gives her a momentary fear that inter-species rivalries might still exist.<br/><br/>Then it hits... the draft. Her fur stands up as the cool air from the window slinks its way up her miniskirt to caress at vulnerable flesh. The white mouse's cheeks flush as she's reminded of her... wardrobe issues, or rather her current lack of wardrobe altogether, and suddenly she feels more than a bit exposed standing on the window sill.