Chapter 91: First Day at the Academy (3)

With a flick of their hand, the smoke on stage dispersed, revealing a tall, lanky old woman.

Her long, flowing grey hair was pulled into a loose braid, draped over her shoulder.

Popping out of her hair were two triangular ears, which twitched slightly as she looked over the assembled students with curiosity filled grey eyes.

On her sunken cheeks were three whiskers, and they trembled slightly as she scrunched her nose, taking a sniff of the air.

Her eyes were creased, and her skin was weathered.

Draped in a heavy robe, the woman, Weskalan Nekonama, looked every part the old scholar, what with the giant tome in one hand, the binding made from stretched leather.

Stepping up to the podium, Weskalan coughed, laying her tome on the podium before using it to support herself.

"As Bijilo said, I am the Headmaster of Vulcan's Royal Academy, Weskalan Nekonama."

Her voice was surprisingly silky and youthful, contrasting her older appearance.