The ship docks at a small coastal town and they need to fly a bit inland to get to Flight School. Mala flies herself and Freya flies her brother and Margaretta again. The countryside is flat and closely packed with fields, farms, and orchards.
Flight School is a large country manor, old-looking stone, three stories high with lots of small windows. It's shaped like a giant 'U' built around a grassy courtyard. There are a few short stone spires and a flattened platform built onto the roof in the center section. There's ivy growing up one of the walls.
It's twice as big as the abbey, and there are a few smaller buildings surrounding the place. There's other girls in the courtyard, all in the same grey uniform, playing and watched over by two adult minders. A lot of them look like Freya, pale and blonde, but there are those who look more like Margaretta or Mala, too. Most of them seem a bit older.
A short ways beyond is a dense town, and what might be a city in the far distance - it's a little hard to make out but the town seems to never quite end.
Freya lands them at the end of the courtyard and has a short conversation with one of the minders.
"Alright, you two," Freya smiles at them. "We're going to go speak to the headmistress to welcome you here, and then get you settled into rooms. Tomorrow they'll see what you know and what you need to learn to be caught up with everyone else. I'll be here for a few days to help you settle in but then I'll have to go again. We can have a few minutes to socialize with the other young witches now if you'd like."
Mala looks suddenly hesitant, glancing over at the other children (most of which have stopped their games and look interested in the new arrivals).