- Invitation Status
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Magical
It was nearly the end of their free hour - nearly time to start class, but rather than bustling about and preparing for the incoming students, Angel drifted through the garden-like classroom as per usual. This room was far different than most of the others. The floor was a picture of ornately placed stones, with varying plants shooting up between the cracks and growing over to form a plush green bed to walk upon. Unlike the other classrooms, the ceiling shot up a good 30 feet and was crafted from window panes that allowed sunlight to stream through and nourish her flower garden. It hadn't been this way when she first accepted the teaching job. Like the other professors, Angel had been given an indoor room that smelled of old books and wood polish - and she didn't necessarily mind, except for that the nature of her course required a much more open and relaxing place.
With the help of a little magic, and the permission from the head master, the raven-haired woman had transformed the room into something beautiful. And, like usual, she drifted through the classroom carefree, nourishing the flowers with water and a touch of angelic magic. When every leaf had been graced she wandered back to the center of the room where her class would be taking place; a medium-sized circle of stone, overgrown with shortly trimmed grass and flowers. Stone benches with ancient angelic inscriptions framed the circle and made nice sitting-spaces, and they all perfectly faced the dead-center of the room, where a weeping willow tree sprouted. It was beneath this three where she took her place, sitting among the ancient roots and awaiting her students. A shadow-like material wrapped around her delicate areas and formed something similar to "clothes", but for the most part she remained open, her bare feet brushing against the grass and soothing the beautiful professor's nerves into oblivion.
With the help of a little magic, and the permission from the head master, the raven-haired woman had transformed the room into something beautiful. And, like usual, she drifted through the classroom carefree, nourishing the flowers with water and a touch of angelic magic. When every leaf had been graced she wandered back to the center of the room where her class would be taking place; a medium-sized circle of stone, overgrown with shortly trimmed grass and flowers. Stone benches with ancient angelic inscriptions framed the circle and made nice sitting-spaces, and they all perfectly faced the dead-center of the room, where a weeping willow tree sprouted. It was beneath this three where she took her place, sitting among the ancient roots and awaiting her students. A shadow-like material wrapped around her delicate areas and formed something similar to "clothes", but for the most part she remained open, her bare feet brushing against the grass and soothing the beautiful professor's nerves into oblivion.