Roots of Awakening

The hellish screech of an alarm could be heard in Haizea's dorm room as the young woman groaned, rolling over, outstretching a palm, and blasting a gust of wind to knock the alarm clock into the wall with enough force to shut the damn thing up. She stumbled out of breath, practically choking on the dryness of her mouth as she made her way to the bathroom and into a brief shower. Today she was going to get answers, and most likely, a thousand more questions. The tanned woman dressed and walked out into the hall, locking her door behind her and slipping the key in her shirt. Shortly she found herself in the main hall of Koma Inu, finding herself a seat at the bar and shoving cereal down in her mouth as she waited for Izar to show up. He was supposedly taking her to some sort of magical genius who could figure out what the hell was wrong with her. Answers or no, it was going to be quite the day.