Requesting Entry - I'm nice

A call at the borders was always a welcome thing now that their doors were wide open. She stopped organizing the fragrant healing herbs that they had brought over to the school grounds and dusted her paws off. Once she had set everything down nicely, Theory bounded eagerly towards the call, ears pricked and short tail flying a banner behind her. She broke through the greenery to the rapids and was greeted by the sight of a small yearling. Quite small, really. The Abaven Headmistress was glad to see another prospective student on her borders - at least, that was what she assumed. "Hello there!" she called, striding over and keeping a polite distance. "I'm Theory, Headmistress of Abaven. What can I help you with?" she asked.