Fayne Heathcliff
The last hour had been a rhythmic pattern of checking the time, avoiding looking out the airplane window at all costs, tactfully ignoring the stewardesses and taking some sleeping pills that
weren't working darn it then repeating. Over and over again. The flight had been delayed due to 'severe weather conditions' before takeoff, something that Fay had wished would persist for at least a few days, loosing a bit of her bravado upon seeing the aircraft she was supposed to entrust her life to, but was now only around an hour off schedule.
It wasn't that Fay got airsick, it was that she was terrified of heights. The entire time she had been in the air she had lost the ability to think about anything other than getting off the metal flying thing that had put her through slow torture for the last few hours. At least she had gotten to sit by the window - while a few might think that would be even worse for her, Fay found comfort in her ability to keep the window shade closed tightly; blocking out all of that nasty sky just on the other side-
No, I'm fine, it's fine, the sky is far away, I'm not in the air; I'm on a rollercoaster ride. NO. Not a ride that goes high in the air, one that STAYS ON THE GROUND.
"The pilot has just turned on the seat-belt sign, can all electronic appliances please be turned off as we are now beginning our decent."
The long waited for announcement rang out over the PA system and Fay immediately perked up. A little bit, at least.
Finally! Of course, Fay had packed her bags - ready to get out - a few minutes after getting on the plane in the first place and she now tucked her feet up and buried her head in her knees to block out the feel of the plane descending.
Sat beside her was a man that had long since given up on trying to comfort the girl, looking away as Fay curled up and closed her eyes tightly. As the plane went down her knuckles went white from the tight hug she had wrapped around herself, and she didn't stop shaking for a few seconds after they had landed. Eventually she gathered the courage to tentatively start to pull up the window shade, sagging with relief when she saw the gravel planted firmly below the plane's wheels.
"We have arrived at our destination. Please wait until the plane has finished taxing and has come to a complete stop before leaving your seats."
Fay dragged her small bag out from the seat in front of her - she had brought her small luggage as her carry-on and wouldn't have to go through the baggage collection process - and was the first off the plane once the seat belt sign had gone off. Little mind she had elbowed and shoved her way out of that place, she was just happy to be grounded again. Just outside the airport a man in a suit was waiting for her with a sign saying 'Fayne Heathcliff, Material Transformation First School' and a car. He didn't speak, instead opening the door and clearly expecting her to get in. Apparently he already knew what she looked like and didn't need confirmation on her identity.
Eventually Fay ended up in the school. She seemed to be one of the last people arriving, something which bothered her quite profoundly, but she didn't let that get to her. Not that much, at least. The first thing that struck her was the one girl on a strange horse-like creature, and Fay stood by and blinked once. She could tell instantly that it wasn't an illusion and was impressed at the fact that the girl on it's back could conjure such a large creature. Fay wasn't sure how other magic forms worked, but she did have a sore spot about how she could only create transparent little fakes or summon actual objects for very short amounts of time.
Realizing that she didn't know what what she was doing, as her driver had disappeared the moment she had gotten out of his car, Fay wandered cautiously up to the girl [Ambra].
"Ah- sorry, but do you know where the new students are supposed to go?" Fay asked tentatively, dragging her small luggage behind her. She was very aware of the fact that she probably
did know what she was meant to be doing, but just forgot in the trauma she experienced on the plane. At the thought the girl winced and drew her arms closer to her protectively. She had gotten over it to some extent, but she was certain that she was going to have nightmares about that trip for quite awhile yet.