"Hello. I'm Elodea Crescentlake." 

"Atali. Pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you. What's your friend's name?" She nods in a not-talking-as-though-you're-not-present way at Liamar. 

"Liamar. He's feeling shy at the moment."

Low voice: "Shy, or that thing where when I'm trying not to scream at someone talking is a bad idea?" 

(Liamar smiles wryly.)

"Well, mostly shy."

She glances at Liamar and smiles a little and bites her lip and shivers. "You know what, that is entirely fair." 

Atali smiles at her.

Someone walks into the room.

She has yet another kind of bizarre mental architecture. It's not a blast of noise or a crystal maze or a tangled mishmash of things that were never meant to go together; it's... fluid, amorphous, strangely distant. Almost reminiscent of the statue's unobtrusive faintness, except that this one isn't hard to notice so much as it's hard to look at. It's as though her mind is twisted halfway out of reality along some alien axis, or partly concealed behind a veil of fog. And even the parts that are visible are put together strangely, and need focus and attention to decipher.

After all that, though, the visible contents are actually pretty benign. She's looking around, noting the position and appearance of everyone in the room, drawing conclusions about their possible origins and abilities, finding a place to stand behind the rows of seats and heading there. No predatory undertones; not, in fact, really any thoughts about how she plans to interact with people at all, besides wanting to avoid anyone who seems plausibly able and willing to cause her harm.

Oh, also, she has the upper body of a human woman and the lower body of a giant spider. It's a very pretty giant spider, if giant spiders are your thing—sleek, elegant, armoured in glossy black chitin that matches her hair. A bit startling, though, if you weren't expecting it.

Holy gosh she's beautiful. 

The next person through the door doesn't walk. They float, darting through the air and peering about cautiously whenever not in motion. 

Of all the people in the room, the most recent arivee and the shadow-engulfed static-brained person frighten her the least. She herself is only technically humanoid, and she's had bad experiences with humans in the past. 

But she doesn't want to be all alone forever. 

Next is a very pretty man, in a long dark grey robe and with a bandolier across his chest with, of all things, seven bells of increasing size on it. Each one is strapped in so that it cannot make any accidental noise, which is important; a corner of his mind is constantly concerned with bell safety. The bells are magic and undirected ringing would be very dangerous. 

He's optimistic that even if he doesn't end up in charge of whatever arrangement the class falls into, he can at least persuade whoever does to see his goals through. 

Then there's yet another insect person! This one's a bee girl. She has black hair and glittering black eyes and a buttercup-yellow face and lovely delicate fluttery bee wings and is short and cute and mostly humanoid in shape; it's not completely clear whether her armoured bodysuit, adorned with bands of black and yellow fuzz, is part of her or a separate piece of clothing.

She's kind of nervous, but also excited. The Queen has for some reason entrusted her with coming to this place and learning all its secrets, and if she does well she can bring them all home and the Queen will be so happy!

And then, after her, another winged person, this one with large feathered wings, auburn banded copper. 

She's nervous about this place, but it seems like her best bet to win a better life for her and her family, and so she cannot pass it up. 

Breaking the wings theme, the next person seems to be entirely human, at least in appearance.

She is... wary, but in a cheerful sort of way? She's used to being surrounded by hostile forces with the power and inclination to hurt her, and she's used to dealing with being hurt a lot as a result, and she doesn't expect this place to be that different but she's happy about the part where she gets to walk around like a real person for a while first. And who knows, maybe she'll find another universe to run away to. Maybe she'll find someone to run away to it with! Maybe she'll learn enough mind control to make going back to her current world a viable option, although it'd have to be a fuck of a lot of mind control and honestly she'd really rather just abandon that entire universe and never look back.

The next man to walk into the room is wearing something that looks like a catholic priest's robe had a baby with a death metal band. He holds a wooden flute loosely in one hand, and his thoughts are largely tactical calculations about how to subjugate everyone else present. 

Elodea, who had turned to look at the newcomer, pales and hisses. 

Concerning.

"That guy is a cleric of Qaldehelun," she says softly. "And that may or may not be an infamous divine artifact he's holding." 

"I might like to ask you more about that later."

Nod. 

This guy's brain is so concerning. 

The next arrival is shielded, but imperfectly; wisps of thought escape the barrier around his mind as he moves through the room to take a seat off to the side near the front. Although outwardly he appears calm and collected, inwardly he is nervous and unsettled, worried about being so far from home among people with such unknown capabilities. (Also, he's a little irritated that there are people here who are prettier than him. It's not the first time this has ever happened, or anything, but he takes a lot of pride in his appearance and he's not used to being so thoroughly shown up from so many angles at once.)

Emily ducks her head behind the seat backs and successfully muffles the noise of her giggles. Anyone with enhanced hearing may still detect them, but no one with human standard ears farther away than her sister will hear her laughing.