Niola took in steady breathes and glanced over at the others, noting how carefree and jolly Nel appeared, now that a difficult battle was over and done with. Still, it would seem quite depressing when the war hits them with full force again, and the smiles that everyone is able to bear at the moment vanishes from their faces. There was also the fact that there was no clear understanding where they stood. The woman Niola talked to in the midst of combat spoke of their headmaster being a part of the problem. Even if the one she is working for did invent some peculiar device that brought out the evil in Dzi, there was honesty hidden within the words she offered to Niola.
"Well, Nel is right. For now, we should just head to the academy. There might still be survivers there, but...what are we going to do now? This war...it's getting out of hand! I can no longer view the whole picture with unblurred eyes! What if--"
Her thoughts ceased to ramble on and on as undefined shadows appeared across the horizon. Swollowing harshly and shaking her head so that nothing could hinder her vision, Niola took a closer look. Eventually, after boosting her speed as she sliced through the air, Niola could make out a patch of what appeared to be indigo hair on a teenager boy. Another figure, who was slender and less muscular than the first, had long, dirty blonde hair. They both seemed to be observing Niola and everyone else approaching from the distance, like two hawks trying to judge the difference between allies and foes. At any rate, it would be a bad idea to cause alarm.
"Are you two from the academy?" Niola inquired in a calm, friendly manner.
"If you are, pleased to meet the both of you. Seeing as neither of you look wounded, I suppose you two are either very strong or very lost."
Once Niola got close enough to speak to them one on one, she inhaled deeply and released her wind barrier slowly, but surely. Cyr and Dzi both came cradling down, landing softly on tuffs of grass that managed to escape the effects of dangerous magic. She then tried her hardest to stand upright and not look as exhausted as she was, yet her vision had suffered tremendously.
"By the way, my name is Niola," Niola introduced after wiping off one of her hands and sticking it out to shake one of their hands. She grinned cheerfully, hoping to come off as upbeat and easy to talk to, despite hers and everyone else's conditions.
"What are your names?"
((OOC: Sorry for the late and somewhat unexciting post.
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