<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/11d6f93e06a0941e3913440630580fc3/tumblr_o54zyfzcUT1tk4029o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roshario<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside > Main Hall > orientation<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Her hooves clattered on the cobbles in front of the academy as he raced along the avenue, blonde hair streaming out behind her. it wouldn't do to be late on the<em>first day</em>, after all! she skidded to a stop just outside the doors, using a handy pane of glass as a mirror to adjust her hair and the pointed, feathered archer's cap she had picked up on her way to the academy. Then there was a quick dusting-off of her embroidered vest, a fast check-over of her supplies, and a last hair-check. Confident that she looked the part of a bard - at least from the waist up - she nudged hte doors open, and ducked into the main hall.<br/><br/>And found it to already be thinning.<strong>"Oh no!"</strong>She cried in a soft voice, big brown eyes casting this way and that for handy signs. In the hallways, she couldn't gallop, or even canter, so it was a light trot that took her down the hallway towards orientation. Aha! She let out a sigh of relief as she saw other students were still filing into the room.<br/><br/>Once inside, she glanced around and aw... lots of chairs. She gave an embarrassed smile towards the nearest students.<strong>"Oh, uhm, pardon me, i'm just going to..."</strong>She hunkers down and sweeps her tail across the floor a few times, before settling her rump down onto it with a little shiver.<em>Chilly!</em>Even sitting, she doesn't lose much height - she's not going to lay all the way down, that would just be weird.<br/><br/>While waiting for the program to start, Roshi draws out her set of flutes, making  small production of checking them, before setting them ot her lips and playing softly, to pass the time as she observes the other first-years. The piping is matched with a soft jingle of bells as her tail twitches - the centaur's sensitive nose has caught some, ahem,<em>scents</em>. She tries to ignore the rising hue in her cheeks as she plays on.