Singing up a storm

[color=336666]Mica sat at the edge of the cliff, tossing pebbles lightly off the edge and swinging her feet back and forth.

She'd been so happy when she'd found the place. Somewhere to run, where no one else would watch and tell her to stand up and walk on her own two legs like a human, tell her to be careful of the rocks and make her wear shoes so she wouldn't hurt her feet.
They didn't seem to understand that she wasn't human, couldn't be, however much she looked like one. She was a wolf, and it wasn't fair to say she had to step carefully so she wouldn't dirty her too big pants, wasn't right to make her mind her step when her feet were so callous that it didn't matter what rocks she stepped on.
She pressed her wrists to her temples, threading her fingers through her silvery hair that caught the weak winter sunlight and shined when she moved. It wasn't fair to make her wear these clothes, either. She didn't care if humans liked them, or needed them; she was a wolf, and she didn't. She tugged on her black cargo pants, shivering at the odd feel of them against her skin.

The metallic taste of blood touched the tip of her tongue, and Mica realized she'd been chewing on her lip again. She touched her fingers to the cut, wiping it off on her ribbed tank top and sighing.
An idea. Grey eyes looked up into the sky, and she sang up a snowstorm to fill the air around her, grinning at the white flakes she'd missed so much as well she could while still continuing her chant.
She couldn't help it - her fingers weaved at the air, cheeks flushing at the very idea of snow. She hadn't been allowed to sing for years now, so afraid was everyone of the talent - or was it magic? Mica didn't know, didn't care - she possessed. But now, alone, she could do anything she wanted, and no one would know. She flopped down among the quickly spreading whiteness, widening the song so it covered the whole area. [/color]

[color=336666]The snow was up to her ankles now, her bare feet sinking into the softness with every step. She twirled in a circle, something catching the corner of her eye that made her turn back.

A boy. Her song faltered, although not from lack of concentration. She could sing this song in her sleep - the most basic of the most basic ice calls. No, she was simply beginning a new song, rough and growling that had a thick wall of ice surrounding the human in seconds. It was large, circular, enough that he'd be able to comfortably lie down if he wished; although she honestly couldn't say she cared for his comfort if he'd been watching her all this time.

She walked up to the nearly transparent ice, cautiously placing a hand to its not yet slick surface where the blurry face of the boy could be seen as if through smoked glass. "Are you harmful?" She questioned, voice floating over the tall ice through the open top. Best get to the bottom of the matter. She didn't care what he did, as long as he wasn't trying to hurt her... [/color]

[color=336666]"Understandable." She opened her mouth to melt the wall, but before she could do so he simply floated out. She frowned slightly, remembering that the humans here had powers just as she. She'd need to close it off entirely next time...

She frowned down at his hand, not understanding what he wanted her to do. A few times before the students here had clamped her hand in theirs and flung it up and down a few times, but this time he wasn't grabbing, just offering it.
She finally touched her hand to his a few seconds, glancing up at Seek worriedly to see if she was doing it right. She retracted her hand, placing it on top of the left and holding them horizontal in front of her lips as she bowed slightly, the way she was taught to greet humans.
"Seek," Her lilted speech rolled the word around pleasantly, and she bared her teeth in a smile. "I am Mica." She announced, silver hair drifting in front of her eyes as she bowed again. She believed him, although she had no reason to. Still, "I won't hurt you, if you won't me." she offered, grey eyes sweeping over him curiously. [/color]

[color=336666]Mica couldn't help a small grin at his answering bow. He wasn't doing it right, no, but he was the first one who'd not simply stared and laughed. She liked him, as much as you could someone you'd met less then five minutes ago.

A blush crept across her olive skin, as if he'd seen some large fault in her. "I would have noticed you, if I had not been..." She paused, grey eyes shifting away from him in a mixture of light shame and embarrassment. "Dancing." Not that she found any fault with dancing - it was with dancing, singing so hard that you didn't even notice someone ten feet away, although it's in your instincts to do otherwise.

"Forgiven." She swept her eyes back to him, touching her first two finger to her lips and then towards him in a slight wave. "I find offence in your assumption that I can't take care of myself, however close to danger might I be." Her face was its usual somber, although her voice lilted cheerfully up and down. She was hardly mad, but she didn't like humans assuming she was helpless just because she was different. "It is beautiful, is it not?" She questioned, looking over her shoulder at the quiet serenity of the scene. "No one to yell at you if they do not want you singing for snow... It is a perfect place to be alone, for even those who disturb you are the kind of people who appreciate beauty." She smiled softly over at him, head cocking to one side in curiosity. "Why are you here?"[/color]

[color=336666]She smiled in agreement, hesitating for a moment before following Seek over to the edge and silently sitting. She wasn't good at talking, not by any stretch of the imagination, and although she felt she should say something, she didn't know what.
She stretched her arms above her head, tank top that she'd told them was too small rising with her until more then a few inches of her tattooed back was visible. She hated these clothes...
A friendly laugh, and she brought her arms down to loosely hug both her knees. "In my defense, the call I was just singing requires both song and dance or it will go horribly wrong." She sighed, head dropping down into her arms until all that was visible was her silver hair and ears. "I am new at your academy - the past few days have been very busy, and when I came here it was an attempt to get away from everything down there." She raised her head, nodding back at the path she'd ran up.

Her eyes swiveled sideways to Seek, and she tilted her head questioningly. "Am I interrupting your sorting?" [/color]