Unfortunately not.

"Damn, damn, damn!", you curse under your breath as you realize the signal chimes for class had already sounded and you were the only student rushing through the halls to try and make it to class.

As you ran (though you would maintain you were only walking quite fast) to class, Lime was right behind you, her bare feet slapping wetly against the stone as she moves after you. More like bounces after you, actually, as she seems completely unperturbed by your panic at being late as she all but skips after you happily and looks around with open curiosity at everything. You can't really blame her for that, though. You can only imagine that, before being summoned, she had never seen the inside of any building, let alone one of the Grand Academies.

Fauleki Academy was all stone and mortar, put together by virtue of the expert stonecrafting of the dwarven race. The Academy itself had been chiseled bit by bit, room by room, corridor by corridor, into the great mountain, Kazak Kalag. The entire mountain had been mined out for the express purpose of being made into the academy centuries ago and now you and many other students traversed the halls and rooms crafted by the sweat off the brows of thousands of dwarven craftsmen. It was a wondrous feat, truly, and one that every aspiring mage-smith, engineer or mason sought to match within their lifetime. This included you as you hoped, one day, you would craft something even a fraction as incredible as the academy was with your own two hands and magical skill.

Right now, though, you still had a lot to learn and, therefore, you hurried to class, rushing to the door of your first class and entering in a rush. You burst into the classroom and stopped, causing Lime to bump into you from behind as you found yourself nearly colliding yourself into the instructor for this class. Well, colliding with her chest, anyway, as that was the part of her you were on eye level with and, truthfully, the part of her that stuck out the most.

Faunalyn Shyael, first class enchantress of the elves and your instructor for Intermediate Enchantments IV. She was, as most elves were, tall and slender with long and graceful limbs and smooth, flawless skin where it was visible. Her eyes were large and a dazzling violet in color, the colors all the more vivid when compared to her alabaster skin and silver hair that fell down to the middle of her back. Despite being slender, there was no denying that she possessed the sort of womanly curves that any female of any race would be jealous of, her breasts large and pert and her hips touched with a lovely curve that drew the eye down to her long shapely legs. And this body was garbed in a dress of forest green, the material seeming to be satin and yet, you knew from experience, durable enough to take any mishap that may occur in the classroom with enchantments being cast by amateurs. There was a slit in the side of the dress that let one catch a glimpse of one of those long legs and her dainty feet in slippers of the same material as her dress, though those glimpses were rare as she moved as though she were gliding over the floor, a perfect example of elvish grace as well as beauty.

Right now, though, that perfect example of elvish beauty was staring right at you, giving you a cold and disapproving glare as though she had been anticipating your abrupt entrance into the classroom. And, indeed, she had, as she reveals after giving a long, heavy sigh. "Mr. Karlsson. Late again? I am sure I told you not to be tardy for my class anymore.", she said to you, her voice lovely and lyrical even when she was dressing you down, "Another haphazard project that you were working on kept you this morning, I assume?"

You can hear snickers from the other students at that, your side projects that often didn't work out something of a joke to them, but you ignore them as you put on a sheepish smile. "N-no, Instructor Shyael, I was, er, delayed by my familiar. She's not used to things yet.", you say.

"She? I was given to understand you summoned a slime, Mr. Karlsson. They hardly have need of a gender-specific pronoun...", she says with clear derision in her tone.

"Er, well, she's gone through a few...changes since I summoned her, you see.", you say and reach behind you to grasp Lime's hand and pull her out from behind you so the instructor can see what you mean.