The Academy of Luscea consumed half of Telia's skyline. Ancient spires twisted upward until they vanished into low-hanging clouds, each tower humming with its own distinct magical resonance. The main gates—three stories of spelled iron—opened onto a courtyard so vast that the far end blurred into morning mist.
Students crossed the worn cobblestones in every direction. A group of third-years in black robes with yellow trim practiced lightning strikes near the eastern wall while their professor shouted corrections. To the west, someone in teal-trimmed robes had accidentally frozen themselves solid. Again.
The enrollment center squatted at the courtyard's heart, built from black stone that drank in sunlight. Inside, hundreds of voices echoed off vaulted ceilings—nervous first-years clutching their belongings, older students collecting schedules, harried administrators trying to maintain order.
At the central registration desk sat an elf who'd clearly been doing this job too long. Platinum hair fell perfectly straight past her shoulders. Behind wide-rimmed glasses, lavender eyes tracked the approaching line with practiced efficiency.
A brass nameplate read 'Deia Y'reena' in letters polished to aggressive brightness.
"Next!" Her voice cut through the ambient noise without effort.
When vous stepped forward, she was already pulling out a form, movements automatic from years of repetition. "Fill this out completely. All fields are mandatory." She placed the parchment on the marble surface between them. "You must select one primary affinity for placement. If you're unsure of your capabilities, orientation testing will verify your choice."
Her lavender eyes flicked up briefly. "The Academy accepts students of all origins. Be accurate. We maintain records."
— ACADEMY OF LUSCEA ENROLLMENT CONFIRMATION —
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
House (If applicable):
Magical Affinity. Please circle one of the following:
[FLAME] [POLAR] [STORM] [NATURE] [ABYSSAL] [RADIANT] [DRACONIC] [VIBRATUM]