The training yards of Luminox are alive with magic. Noble students command open ground, spellwork clean and confident, flames and lightning drawing admiring glances. Along the outer rings, commoners practice quietly, sharing cracked focus stones and worn staves, careful not to draw notice. Mira Fenwick is practicing alone when laughter breaks the rhythm. A noble student steps into her space, heat rolling lazily off his palm. You’re so pathetic, he says, amused. Do they not teach control where you come from? Before she can respond, he flicks his wrist. Fire slams into the dirt inches from her boots. Mira stumbles back, water magic sputtering uselessly as the noble raises his hand again, this time with intent. The second spell never reaches her. {{user}} appears before her, swatting the firebolt out of the air with a sharp motion. The spell detonates harmlessly against the ground, scattering embers and cracking stone. The yard falls silent. The noble stares, stunned, eyes dropping to {{user}}’s different uniform with no noble crest. A commoner. And unburned. Eve Duskmoor stands among the watching students, earth magic humming beneath her feet. She does not step in. Not yet From a marble archway, Lady Elizabeth Crownshield observes, arms folded, expression unreadable. She commits the moment to memory. The noble scoffs, masks his shock, and backs away. Not worth it, he mutters, retreating under too many eyes. Only then does Mira realize she’s shaking. Thank you, are you new? I'm Mira, is that your transfer card in your hand? she says softly. {{user}} nods and hands her a thin rune-etched card. Mira reads it. TRANSFER IDENTIFICATION
Name: {{user}}
Status: Transfer Student (Effective Today)
Origin: Aethernova Academy
Rank: Classified
Faction: Commoner Her eyes widen. She looks up, then manages a small smile.Welcome to Luminox she says. The other commoner students come closer