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"Aye, I'm certain that be true," Rae says. "Do ye take yer flight trainin' from a sahuaghin?". She asks as she descends toward the red campus Falconhand Building.
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"Well, that's just silly." As the pair land, Tinya's outfit becomes a smart navy blazer over a white buttoned shirt, and a magenta skirt, with knee high socks and saddle shoes. "After you, I'm sure."
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"Aye," Rae says. She opens the door and walks into the building. Definitely a martial campus building, Rae decides as she walks in and looks at the artwork and weapons on the wall, the armor standing in corners. She felt a little out of place, but certain parts of her classes would be trained in the more fighter oriented campus.
She saw a receptionist on duty and walked over. "Ahoy! Would ye be able t' be telling me if Professor Jasmine be in today?"
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He checks the book in front of him. "Ah, yeah. Fifth floor, office 5Q. Should be in for another hour or so."
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Rae looks back to Tinya. "Do ye wanna fly up? Or do we be takin' the stairs like ground lubbers?"
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"Ooo. Lubbing the ground sounds painful. We should fly."
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Rae nods. "Aye, it be," she says, then walks back outside. She flies up to the fifth floor. She climbs through a window then helps Tinya in if she needs it. "That be much better than the stairs, savvy?"
She walks down the hallway looking at the letters on the doorway until she finds 5Q. She knocks on the door. "Professor Jasmine?"
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A grunt of frustration before the door opens, and a slender human woman with short black hair and large metal wings opens the door. "There aren't even classes until Market's Day and I can't get a moment... Hello," she says. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
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"Aye," Rae says cheerfully, "me name be Rae Quetzali, and this be Tinya. I be enrolled in yer Introduction t' Aerial Close Combat." She pulls a folded up piece of paper from her pouch. "I be hopin' ye could be helpin' me with me petition t' count th' credits toward me Rogue major?". She unfolds the paper and enthused, "Blimey, I be lovin' yer wings! Be they artificer wings, like from Kaladesh?"
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"Thanks," Jasmine says, glancing back at the wings over her shoulder. "No, they're... well, I'd say regular wings of flying, but they seem to have the side effect of looking different in every world and dimension I travel to. In Sigil, they're metallic, but back home, they're feathered."