Musa and Kanika
An egg-shaped wicker chariot, painted with vibrantly colored dye in various sigils and patterns, drew closer to the Academy. The team of muscular black horses pulling the chariot had also been painted with bright patterns that had began to rub off from the horsesβ sweat. Curtains of sheer, colorful silk hid the riders inside the chariot, and the driver urging on the stallions was a bare-chested boy wearing oddly formal slacks. The sweat on his midnight skin glistened in the sunlight and ran down his toned abs.
The chariot arrived before the Academyβs imposing doors, and the driver stepped down from his seat and walked to the side of the chariot, drawing back the curtain and holding a hand out to the rider inside. A petite, dark-skinned young woman wearing a jewled head wrap 8 and an intricately-beaded gown 7 took his hand and beamed up at the Academy as the young man helped her out of the chariot. βLook, Musa!β The girl gushed in her native language. βWeβve arrived! Can you believe it? Weβre finally here, on the mainland! Are you as ready to learn as I am, dear brother?β She looked to the boy and noticed his exposed chest. βMusa!β She said sternly. βYou must put on your jacket! We are in civilization now, and it is indecent and uncivilized here to walk around exposed!β She picked up a finely-embroidered suit jacket 5 from the chariotβs driverβs seat and thrusted it into his arms. The boy sighed and reluctantly put the jacket on. βIf we were not in such polite company, dearest sister, I would wrestle you to the ground here and now.β βAnd I would win!β The girl teased him, and they both laughed. The boy offered her his hand and led her inside the Academy.
(approachable) Yes, I copy and pasted my first post from the last RP. No, I do not care.