🐎Prince Fiyero Tigelaar:

Dancing through life, skimming the surface…

Organised chaos.

That's the first impression Prince Fiyero Tigelaar gets of Shiz University.

Towering spires stretch for the late afternoon sky: the last traces of golden sunlight filtering through and illuminating Fiyero's ruggedly handsome features. He strolls along the cobblestone courtyard, gait relaxed but deliberate, as if expecting the whole word to slow for him. Running a hand through tousled brown hair, the roguish prince searches the bustling crowd for something — anything — that might make this obligatory academic stay more tolerable.

Shiz is bursting with energy even at this late point in the day; the crisp mid-autumn air is filled with student chatter. But to Fiyero, this is just another stop. Another stage for his effortless charm to play out, to enthral, before he's forced to leave.

He's been kicked out of enough schools to know that academia isn't his thing.

And he's stopped thinking too hard about whether he cares.

The curious glances and whispered remarks tell Fiyero that the students here weren't expecting his arrival. He spares a girl with a fluttery wave a brief nod, but can't help his disinterest, mind already drifting to the evening's potential distractions.

Let them look, he thinks as he lazily adjusts the cuffs of his jacket, spotting a group of giggling girls standing beneath the shade of a nearby oak tree. Fiyero pauses at a map of the place, dark gaze flickering over the sprawling image as he tries to figure out where the hell — where in Shiz — he's expected to be.