Greg's Ghostly Entrance

[Gregario Seafarer]

Gregario finally arrived at the Ghost Shipyard, where the letter he got from the Academy told him to go. "Well, I'm finally here, at the Ghost Shipyard, where the letter told me to go." He said rather blatantly. He fiddled with his robes awkwardly, waiting for his ship to sail in. 'Ha! That's good one.' he thought to himself, as he sat at the edge of the pier. His legs dangled off the side, swinging back and forth. "At least it's a pretty night out." he said as one of the ships creaked eerily. "At least, if this was a scary movie."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Dropping down from above came a woman dressed in an outfit that almost made her look like a travelling bard of sorts, her brown curls pulled back in a ponytail away from her face as ghusts of wind blew off of her long brown wings. A lion's tail protruded from her butt and it waved back and forth as she landed herself gently next to Gregario and her sunset hued eyes looked him over quickly, giving a quick assessment, "Greg, I assume?" she asked, feathery light brown tufts atop her head twitched slightly as she curtsied to him. She was a rather tall woman, though in no way intimidating. She gave off a friendly aura as she stood there. Yay.

[Gregario Seafarer]

Greg, surprised out of his thoughts, almost rolled over into the murky waters. "Who are you?" He almost shouted, before realizing this could be the guide his papers had suggested. "Er... I'm sorry, miss." he stood, rather slowly. "Yes, Gregario is my actual name. But Greg works. Gregario Seafarer." He said, extending his hand. "I'm interested in becoming a Water Elementalist. I mean, becoming better at it? I mean, I can do a little." He sighed. "I'm sorry, I must be confusing you."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Sorry for my lack of introduction, Gregorio. My name is Sirith and I'll be your Master Teacher, my job being to help you master your powers over water." She smiled and tilted her head to the left almost looking birdlike when she did, and her brown feathered wings stretched behind her, "Any questions already, just so you don't get bogged down with them." her multicolored eyes shimmered as she asked the question, a reflection of the magic she posessed.

[Gregario Seafarer]

"Well." Greg said, putting his upraised hand down. "Does having wings mean you have hollow bones? Birds do, and I'd assume you did too. Does that feel weird?" He asked, rather shyly. "If it's not personal, or anything. I mean, I have no questions about you teaching me. Oh, wait. Where is the school? That's one." He said, almost feeling stupid for even forgetting that he was going to a school. "And how are we going to get there?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Somewhat hollow bones... I float really easily, atleast." she shrugged, "The school is accross the waters, and normally as a test we ask students if they have a way to get to the school on thier own, but if you need my assistance it would be easy." she gave a curt nod, her expression ever pleasant. She held a hand out and a gust of wind blew the mist off the water and the looming structure of Twilight Moon Academy could be seen in the distance, "a couple kilometers or more..."

[Gregario Seafarer]

Greg looked to the water. "Well, you're not supposed to swim in waters you don't know." He said, walking to the end of the pier. "And I don't know these waters." He said, turning back to her. "But you should. Tell me, if you would, is there any dangers to swimming in this water? Please, be as truthful as possible." He said, rolling up the sleeves on his robe. The finlike appendages were covered in the blue of the sailor tattoos, as he casually slipped off his shoes and put them in a one of the large pockets on the inside.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Well, Popeye... other than sea serpents, screeching eels, undead, and spirits... I hear the waters are quite safe." She smiled, "And if you don't let those dissuade you, you'd be quite the idiot." She laughed, her wings stretched themselves out as if readying themselves for flight, "Need a ride, then?" she inquired, her fire-hued eyes glinting in anticipation.

[Gregario Seafarer]

Greg tried to calculate all this in his mind, and gulped passed the lump in his throat. "I'm... Not to big on flying." He said, checking his footing on the edge of the dock. "What kind of undead? How deep is the water? Exactly how many kilometers?" He said, before almost falling in the water. He awkwardly caught the edge, making him bend in an odd U shape, before pulling himself up. "But... I'll fly with you if I must."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Sirith nodded with a smile on her face and it seemed shards of ice formed over her body, cracking and finally shattering, a light mist where she stood and once it cleared away, standing in her place was a large gryphon with golden talons and light brown in color, her sunset orange eyes looking towards Greg, a wing extended to the ground almost as a ramp to let him on. She screeched, obviously unable to speak while in this form.

[Gregario Seafarer]

Greg's mouth was agape. "You..." he said, before finally working up the courage to climb on Sirith's back. "I, uh, I'm ready?" He said, holding onto her much like he would a horse. The musculature was very different, but it was practically the same. 'God... I hate heights!' He thought to himself. He steeled his mind against all the fear with the thoughts of control over his power, though. "Okay... Yeah, let's go."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Sirith walked away from the shore a little ways, getting some distance so she can pick up speed, then she broke into a run towards the end of the dock, it was as smooth of a gait she could get, though that wasn't saying much. She then reached the end and she leaped, her wings staying in and they got some distance before they started falling towards the water, her wings snapping out last minute, her paws dragged in the water slightly as she got them higher and higher, a safe distance from the creatures below. She screeched to Greg, obviously enjoying the flight.

[Gregario Seafarer]

Greg shrieked at the same time, but for much different reasons. 'Hurryupandgettotheplacecrazymonsterladyhurryhurryhurryup!' Flashed through his mind very quickly. It also happened to flash through his throat as his legs clenched the sides of Sirith, but not quite hard enough to injure her. "AAUGH!"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Sirith screeched again, climbing to higher and higher altitudes as if completely disreguarding what Gregorio had said. In reality she could barely tell he was there if it wasn't for his snivveling, it took quite a bit to hurt her. Believe it or not. Her wings beat and the steady rythm made the flight shift ever so slightly and they began reaching cloud level, and Sirith tilted herself downward, tucked her wings in and they divebombed. It was the fastest way to get to the school after all.

[Gregario Seafarer]

A scream is the most manly description for the noise Greg made as they dropped to the ground. As they landed, he quickly dismounted, and nearly passed out from the stress of the drop. "Why? Why did you do that? God! That was... God!" He said, wiping away tears. "And I wasn't crying! This is just from the cold wind!"