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[fieldbox="Octavia Pesce, #993366"] Octavia, unlike many others, hadn't taken a plane or boat to her destination. No, Octavia Pesce had done what any proud Cecaelia would have done in this situation: she swam the entire way. Had it taken forever? Yes. Was she pretty exhausted after? Absolutely. However, she had made it. She'd need to speak with her cultural exchange supervisor, as she had no clothing other than the swimsuit top on her back and the uniform that she was sent. The top had become a necessary part of life after they had started consorting with humans. They apparently weren't used to seeing topless women selling them fish. So, on she went, with a few bottles of sea water in hand.
Once Octavia had reached the school earlier that day, she knew she was in for a treat. There were already many others wandering around. Her squishy legs propelled her ever onward, as she pushed through the doors and crowds of students. She smiled softly at the surrounding area, going into the auditorium, where even more people had gathered. She was now dressed in her uniform top, which had stayed miraculously dry in it's bag. She noticed the inside was more like vinyl in texture, a way for her to keep her moisture for longer.[/fieldbox]
[fieldbox="Khata Ganim, #993300"]Khata sat in the auditorium, her eyes slowly scanning the crowd, a sly smile on her face. Oh, this would be entertaining. She still wasn't entirely sure on what they would have her teach, but she was prepared for anything. Except math. The young Sphinx hated math with a burning passion. It was too logical. She didn't work off of logic. Her mind was a bit more spatial and creative. The dark skinned woman stood again, her paws carrying her. She stalked around the edges of the room, watching for troublemakers. She figured if nothing else, she could at least be some sort of security force, considering she could chase after people on the ground and in the air.
However, for now, it seemed students were behaving well enough. Not up to her personal standards, but she knew her own standards were harsh. She adjusted her top, straightening it. She kept any sort of cloth off of her cat body, as it was much too uncomfortable. Plus, she was sexy, and honestly, who would even want that covered up? She had lovely fur that the world should see.[/fieldbox]
[fieldbox="Motira-Anne Laughlan, gold"]Moti was very scared, to say the least. Her aunt had driven her the the school, and her parents were on the phone with her, wishing her well, before they had to react to a toddler emergency that sounded like it involved juice. Her aunt helped her out, and helped bring her luggage in. "I'll miss you Moti." She hugged her niece, carefully avoiding her wings. Her aunt was also a moth Papillion of the same variety. Moti was careful hugging her too. "I'll try to call." Moti told her, letting go. "I guess... I should get going." She then said, looking towards the doors that students were filing into. "Bye Auntie!" She said, waving to her, walking into the auditorium. It was filled with people. She felt so tiny. She was rather short, and everyone was so big and tall. She sighed a bit, staying near the back and close to the wall.
Moti's antennae twitched, and her soft mothy fur stood on end. The smells in the room were practically sickening. Someone had way too much perfume. Others smelled like the ocean, all fishy. Others yet smelled like sulfur, and some reeked of sweat. It was not pleasant. She slowly made her way closer to a window, hoping to catch some of the clean air in the draft. That's when she saw it. Her salvation! It was a standing fan. She hurried over, standing in front of it and letting the air wash away the smells. It wasn't perfect, as there were still some stenches in the air, but it was better than standing in stagnant air. Her wings fluttered a bit, and she smiled. This was much better.[/fieldbox]
Once Octavia had reached the school earlier that day, she knew she was in for a treat. There were already many others wandering around. Her squishy legs propelled her ever onward, as she pushed through the doors and crowds of students. She smiled softly at the surrounding area, going into the auditorium, where even more people had gathered. She was now dressed in her uniform top, which had stayed miraculously dry in it's bag. She noticed the inside was more like vinyl in texture, a way for her to keep her moisture for longer.[/fieldbox]
[fieldbox="Khata Ganim, #993300"]Khata sat in the auditorium, her eyes slowly scanning the crowd, a sly smile on her face. Oh, this would be entertaining. She still wasn't entirely sure on what they would have her teach, but she was prepared for anything. Except math. The young Sphinx hated math with a burning passion. It was too logical. She didn't work off of logic. Her mind was a bit more spatial and creative. The dark skinned woman stood again, her paws carrying her. She stalked around the edges of the room, watching for troublemakers. She figured if nothing else, she could at least be some sort of security force, considering she could chase after people on the ground and in the air.
However, for now, it seemed students were behaving well enough. Not up to her personal standards, but she knew her own standards were harsh. She adjusted her top, straightening it. She kept any sort of cloth off of her cat body, as it was much too uncomfortable. Plus, she was sexy, and honestly, who would even want that covered up? She had lovely fur that the world should see.[/fieldbox]
[fieldbox="Motira-Anne Laughlan, gold"]Moti was very scared, to say the least. Her aunt had driven her the the school, and her parents were on the phone with her, wishing her well, before they had to react to a toddler emergency that sounded like it involved juice. Her aunt helped her out, and helped bring her luggage in. "I'll miss you Moti." She hugged her niece, carefully avoiding her wings. Her aunt was also a moth Papillion of the same variety. Moti was careful hugging her too. "I'll try to call." Moti told her, letting go. "I guess... I should get going." She then said, looking towards the doors that students were filing into. "Bye Auntie!" She said, waving to her, walking into the auditorium. It was filled with people. She felt so tiny. She was rather short, and everyone was so big and tall. She sighed a bit, staying near the back and close to the wall.
Moti's antennae twitched, and her soft mothy fur stood on end. The smells in the room were practically sickening. Someone had way too much perfume. Others smelled like the ocean, all fishy. Others yet smelled like sulfur, and some reeked of sweat. It was not pleasant. She slowly made her way closer to a window, hoping to catch some of the clean air in the draft. That's when she saw it. Her salvation! It was a standing fan. She hurried over, standing in front of it and letting the air wash away the smells. It wasn't perfect, as there were still some stenches in the air, but it was better than standing in stagnant air. Her wings fluttered a bit, and she smiled. This was much better.[/fieldbox]