He stood in the center of the main walkway to the central building of Amaforth Academy, and he let his gaze trail up its grand silhouette. The sun caught his and brimmed at his edges, lighting up the boy with eyes wide and wondering. Only one thought kept his feet pinned, bowing his hand when he sought to reach it out and get attention for a question. He bit his lip. His wolfish tail offered a quick bob, sweeping the floor, and it stilled at its lowest point. A sigh, quiet in a breath, and it released the tightness he had let grip his shoulders.
All he had to do was start. He had thrust himself into so many new experiences; he had left Minstrel for Fiore, he had joined the Rune Knights, and now he had accepted the invitation to Amaforth... so what brought him pause? He loved its idea. The thought of meeting so many new people and making so many new memories swelled his heart, and it was all but clear on his sleeve. He was never so bashful. Why, then? So many souls... all in one place... and so much magic.
His vision fell from the Academy to his hand held in the air, and he flexed his fingers without calling a spark from the ether. The softened look he offered it moved right, freeing his other hand from his chest and tracing the beads that encircled its wrist. "Okay," he woofed, soft to himself. "Okay!"
Everyone came here for their own reasons. Everyone had a purpose, just like him. It could only help. His head lifts, ears pinning to it. Okay. ...But where to lead that first step?