First years...

Ristan brought rain. The room was still dark from the thick cloud cover when Sray got up. No more assessments, all work and learning. The little group of first year students clogged the hallway by the door. None of them were eager to brave the weather in order to join Johnus Phyllat at the greenhouses across the yard.

A pair of older students came up from behind. "First years," the young woman muttered and put her hand above her head as she reached for the door. "Excuse me." They backed up and watched as a thin sheet of pale blue appeared above her hand. Her companion did the same and they tucked through the door and down the steps, carrying their translucent shields above them through the rain.