Ahead lies...?

[Nephrite]

Surely there's some sort of office inside. He will head in and look for some indication of where to go introduce himself!

[Anastasia]

On entering you find it mostly empty. A front entryway, elegant statues showing singing men and women. Once you step in, "Hello, hello, hello!" A dozen statues sing in perfect harmony. Good pitch, too.

[Nephrite]

"Greetings." Moore says. "I'd like to speak to someone in charge of this college, please." He adds a smile afterwards.

That is assuming these are animated to do more than just greet people...

[Anastasia]

"Visitor, visitor, visitor!" The statues echo, bowing to you. They begin to dance, all elegance, as if they were human dancers of no small skill. Jetina's expression goes from tight to an almost smile as they sing, "Welcome, welcome, welcome!" Slowly they dance along, leading you further inside.

[Nephrite]

"Okay, they've got my attention with their aesthetics..." Moore says as he flies after them.

[Anastasia]

Jetina follows and adds in, "I want those," she says, "I want my own set of those. Hello, hello, hello," she sings, siren voice alluring, "Welcome to Hope's Landing!"

[Nephrite]

Moore just shakes his head as he flies along further.

[Anastasia]

You lead in - past a hallway for paintings, yet it is all empty frames. The floor is a polished white and black checkerboard pattern, while the walls and ceiling stick to white stone. Examining one of the empty paintings is a man - tall, blonde, elven. No facial hair, youthful on a glance, emerald green eyes like waves of grass in the summertime. He wears finery and a big, floppy, feathered hat. Taking it off and bowing, "Welcome!" he announces. "Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye," he sings then, the statues turning and walking back. "Not you two, the statues."

[Nephrite]

"Greetings." Moore offers. He clears his throat and stands a little straighter.

"My name is Moore, Duke of Songs of Celestia, leader of Hope's Landing, servant to Lord Erathaol of the Hebdomad." He says, offering a charming and flourishing bow. "I heard this place was establishing itself and, with the understanding that there aren't that many of our type here, wanted to come and visit, if not only to introduce myself but also to learn more about the foundation here."

[Anastasia]

"Then welcome to the Galesong Academy," The elf declares, "I am Dyloss, the Dean of Admissions."

[Anastasia]

I'm going ot keep posting awhile, but I'm taking a short break to shower and loosen up my muscles before they start tensing and cramping again. I can feel it starting.

At least that's the hope.

[Nephrite]

noted

He was expecting a LITTLE more fanfare, but this is fine too.

"Dean Dyloss, let me please also introduce my comrade, Jetina Jerara, a servant of Raziel. Would you please tell us the story of how Galesong came to be?"

[Anastasia]

"Hi," Jetina smiles.

"My Lady," You are smoothly bypassed, Dyloss all charming smiles to Jetina. "You have the voice of an angel. We should know."

Jetina's smile grows, "Thanks. It's just my voice."

"Ah, false modesty does not become you," Dyloss takes her hand in his own, "Your voice is an untapped resource, a gift that must be cultivated. Lady Jerara, please join this college!"

[Nephrite]

Moore inwardly rolls his eyes.

Thankfully he's not the jealous type or the type of person to be bothered by this incredible display of ugly manners to a guest.

"I'm sure she'd consider it if she knew the history behind it." Moore says from the side. Assuming his entire attention is on Jetina, Moore gestures at her with his hand a few times in a continuing manner.

[Anastasia]

"I'm sorry," Jetina smiles warmly, "But I'm dedicated to the healing arts and Duke Moore."

Dyloss sighs at that, "Ah, I understand. Duty is and duty must." Letting go of her hand, "Another time, another life, another fate."