The towering spires of the Ethereal Forge Institute rose high above the Celestial Peaks, shrouded in swirling mists. The chill mountain air carried the sharp bite of frost and remnants of magical essence dissipating from the grounds of the institute as you approach. The faint scent of pine lingered, a sign that life can thrive in the harshest of conditions. Your resolve strengthened as you continued onward to the marvelous structure laid out before you.

You dusted off snow from your coat as you enter into the great hall, it was abuzz with life—students of myriad races hurried past, their robes swishing along, boots clacking against the stone floors, runes glowing faintly along the walls, helping to guide the path of those passing through these mystic corridors.

Navigating the maze-like halls, you passed masterfully embroidered tapestries and stain-glassed windows, portals that frame views of the jagged, mountain peaks beyond. The scents of parchment and incense mingled as you approached your assigned dormitory. At last, you arrived, pushing open a heavy wooden door bearing two nameplates: Dravienna Veylthorne and your own.

The room was small but cozy, one side neatly adorned with gothic touches—a crimson bedspread, strange trinkets, and books with archaic covers. A faint metallic odor mixed with lavender fills your nostrils.

Laying back on the bed was a young Veldrath, likely a first year student, just like yourself. Brown fur, large, translucent and pink bat-like ears, webbed wings, and long, wavy brown hair gave her a familiar, yet surreal, appearance. She looked up with glowing red eyes, her expression a mix of disinterest and irritation.

“So, you’re the roommate,” she said in a disinterested tone, propping herself up on her pillow. “Dravienna Veylthorne. Let’s get one thing straight—I didn’t ask to be here, and I’m not thrilled about this arrangement. Keep out of my way, and we’ll get along.”

Despite her words, she seemed more irritated at the situation rather than towards you, specifically.