A letter would find it's way to the building near the First Goblin Bank, if anyone looked back at records or tapes-if the building had such- they would see that it had been dropped off by a white bundle of fur, at least, until she dropped her hood. The Egyptian wasn't amazingly beautiful, but she carried herself with a certain kind of authority, it was clear she was used to being listened to, and in control. Gold bangles chimed at her wrists, as she passed the letter to a secretary. A slow smile, as she turned on her heel and left.

A guard followed behind her.

The envelope was addressed to the person in charge of the school, as she wasn't sure what title that person would have, it asked for the Admissions Office.. It seemed to be made of a paper akin to papyrus, sealed with wax, and a personal insignia within that. A pair of bird wings, a tilde under each, interconnected with interlocked circles.

Words written in an ink that didn't fade, the hand neat, if a little formal.

To whom it may concern:

My name is Moir Revenant, I am the Diplomat to the Sidhre people, and rather new to Rhy'Din. Recently I heard about magic, and that in order to be safe in this town, one must know some form of it. I would like to learn from your school.

This decision was not made without foot work, your institute seems that it will fit my needs best out of the schools around here.

Respectfully and with Hope,

Moir Revenant, Born of the Sidhre.

She would wait, an address for mail to be sent to was included as well, the compound was near the space-port. It was clear, she didn't know what she was getting into. Not that that would stop her, nor would she stop trying.