Fantasy magical arts and other endeavors (Yoga and Saint's PRP)

[saintaelphaba]

• In which a couple of sapphics enter college, study magic, and eventually (hopefully) fall in love. Set in a modern universe in which a magical community lies just around the corner for those who know where to look.​

We can add or change things as we see fit, but here's just for starters. (:​

 

[Yoga]

The world holds a fair share of secrets, but if you pry deep enough, one can catch a glimpse of what's hidden from the common glance. Everything from buildings to people, the woods that you wandered through in your childhood, and the dreams left forgotten after a yawn and a splash of water; unseen truths linger within each and every one of them.

To pay attention to the world, and harness that which everyone else pays no mind allows for acts only restricted by the imagination.
Or, as it is more commonly referred to, Magic.

Learning how to make use of this mysterious realm is a difficult undertaking unto itself, but there will always be some who truth, whether they choose to or not. Most learn from their families, the knowledge and intricacies of how to carry oneself in the complicated landscape of magical life through traditions carried over generation after generations. Others are not afforded this luxury, their personal disposition turning them towards the arcane, and left to wade through unfamiliar waters.

To guide the youths of both new and old, and maintain order in the secretive world of those capable of spinning fictitious tales into reality, institutions were formed throughout the world. In locations central to the populous, they gather, building their schools before the eyes of thousands, yet only catching the glimpses of those lucky enough to possess the something that would allow them to see.

Children go through their years in normal schools to keep from becoming too disassociated with society, but their higher education will have them enrolling at academies with no curricular oversight. The governments of the world know nothing of them, yet the degrees they offer are accepted both in their own secretive realm, and the societies at large.

London, Berlin, New Delhi, Brasilia, Peking; if the city is populous, then those with clear eyes will have gathered there.

A magical instution in such a city is where this story takes place, a wintertime tale of the mysterious flower that blossom even under the heaviest of snowfalls.
The Nerrivic Espirit University of New York.
Or Nerrivic University, for short.


"And so, the tale ends with the two interwoven with one and other, their flesh turned to wood. By now, you might have come to notice the reoccurring pattern as we saw in with the Paladin. If one pursues eternal life through principles devised by the Franks or Greeks, the rot of the soul becomes an inevitability, and merely slows down the process. However, if we turn to the northern hemisphere..."

In a classroom that at first glance seemed no different from any other, a teacher overdue for a shave, gave a long lecture concerning the magical pursuits of eternal life. There were plenty of ways to make the subject draw the attention of the class, but the middle-aged teacher had chosen none of them, and instead let the monotone of his voice drain all life from the room.

Though structured the same way as a normal university class, details not immediately obvious would come to point themselves out one by one inside the room. Instead of showing the northern hemisphere on a regular globe of the earth, he was using an almost mechanical version of it. By pushing on a bronze handle on it, he could flatten it out to make a ridiculous looking flat earth, and undo it just as easily by tugging back. Strangeness like that was present all throughout the room, whether it was the centre row of the classroom having a pedestal at which one could place a book and recite from if needed, or the student desks being made from extraordinarily expensive-looking wood, inscribed with a number of charms.

The only thing in the classroom that was just as true at a second glance as it was on the first, was the view out the windows out onto the courtyard on one side, and street on the other.

Sitting by one of these windows, at the second row from the front, was a dark-skinned young woman, gazing off even as the lecture continued on. A number of notes had already been scribbled out, but at closer inspection, the handwriting had changed drastically in the last four or so sentences. The culprit came in the form of a glowing runic engraving on her index finger, making her hand write out the teacher's words even as her mind had gone to other places.

Instinctively, part of her hand gave a slight put against the wooden length of the pen, messing up the sequence, the young girl catching herself with a sudden look of surprise. Hastily dispelling the runic engraving with a whisper, the usually proper girl gave a glance around her, cautiously making sure nobody had seen her slight error as the teacher rambled on. Glancing behind her, she noticed a female classmate looking her way, the golden-eyed beauty giving an awkward, soundless laugh as their eyes met, returning right after to keep scribbling her notes.