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Athalia Ethyreeal “Steady. Steady Ezrin.” Athalia pulled back on the reigns and the silver blood-mare let out a nervous snort, the press of bodies exciting the creature. The bells embellishing the reigns tinkled sharply, further provoking the horse. “I don’t understand Ademarian customs...

Dingle landed noisily on Minerva's outstreched, hopping onto her shoulder to nibble at her hair. The white-haired girl said nothing, though she knew that Rose and Robert were talking about her. Fine. It was better to make enemies this way. Then competeing against these students would be no...

Minerva frowned, "We're almost there. Maybe another hour?" She looked to Rose, "You're a tracker right? Or used to be. Anyway, how much further?" Dingle squawked from up above, flapping noislessly over their heads. "Ah, Dingle says about another mile and a half to go. We're almost there...

Oh no. She wasn't going to have this conversation already. She needed at least a couple friends and telling everyone about her rich background would ruin it. Minerva pretended not to hear the question, busying herself by pretending to count the number in the group. Dingle peered at Minerva, head...

Minerva frowned. "Can't we just a teleportation spell on him?" She glanced back at the group, "Hey! Does anyone know teleportation spells yet?" The vines from her spell dropped to the ground, the fire that charred them turning them into small piles of ash. She gave Rose an appreciative nod...

Minerva glanced between the red-headed man and Robert who was leaping away from the group, making his way quickly to the top. Was helping this man worth the time wasted? Minerva frowned, but was snapped out of her thoughts when the man screamed again. Oh, screw it. Captain was already mad at...

Minerva shrugged. "Honestly, you two are the only people I sort of know," she glanced back down the hill, seeing their progress. "Captain said she's a Missus, right? I bet she has kids. I think your kid'll be fine," she swatted Dingle's beak from her face and the bird squawked, going to roost in...

Dingle let out a strangled squawk as if mimicking the nervousness coursing through Minerva, wings fluttering loudly as he landed on a nearby boulder and began pecking at a cenitpede. She glanced behind her to catch Captain's stern expression, looking away quickly when her professor gave her a...

Minerva was rather surprised at her professor's change of heart but she stood, nonetheless, glancing over the students in her class. Rose was in the back with Tommy who had begun to play underneath her desk with a small toy. Robert was next to her and looked slightly embarrassed from the earlier...

Minerva had completely forgotten about the squid writhing on her paper. It snapped a tentacle onto her wrist and she let out a small yelp when it had finally made its presence known to the white-haired girl. She frowned at it, watching it struggle to breathe with the little water left clinging...

Minerva looked down at the floor, blood rushing to her cheeks in embarrassment and shame. Should she tell Mrs. Shepherd that Robert had tricked her into doing this? She shook her head, sitting down in her seat. Obviously, her teacher was already angry with her. If she pinned Robert for the...

Oh, gods. If her parents had seen her now they would have been so embarrassed. She had just bruised the Faraday name because of her idiocy! She pushed her chair back, soggy robes clinging to her body. She tried to look her professor in the eye but to no avail. Instead, she cowered under her...

Minerva glanced at Robert and then looked back at the drawing. Taking out her own Inkpen, she fixed some parts of the drawing, changing a few of the runes. Pulling out a small candle, she chanted a small spell at the wick lit up with a small hiss. She dripped hot wax on the outline, blowing out...

Minerva caught sight of Rose, an embarrassed blush rising to her cheeks. She obviously couldn't sit next to her. She'd made her son cry! She managed to maneuver through the mass of spitballs and paper planes flying across the room, sliding into the seat next to a rather quiet-looking boy. His...

Minerva laughed awkwardly, "Nothing. He just choked on a piece of peanut. Nothing to worry about. I-I'll just go now," she picked up her bags, making a dash for the door. The attendant gave Minerva a stiff once over, though she noticed that their eyes slightly widened at the sight of her white...

Minerva eyes widened slightly, dread filling her gut. She reached down and grabbed Dingle between her hands, holding him out to the boy. "Don't cry. You can pet him, see?" But it was no use. The child's sniffles turned to sobs and he sank to the floor, crying loudly. A couple people turned their...

Minerva frowned, "Are you lost?". She watched the boy study Dingle as he pecked at the peanut, wheezing when a piece got stuck in his throat. She shook her head at his alarmed look. Everyone got scared when Dingle forced large pieces of food down his throat, but the raven had a strange knack for...

Minerva held back a groan when the smaller boy made his way over to her, a shy smile on his face. Dingle squawked, edging further back between her feet. The hands on her face slipped into her lap and she gave the boy a small smile. No use in being rude and causing him to cry. She could tell he...

Minerva had been studying the cracks in the polished wood floor when she heard the tell-tale hiss of Dingle and a small shout of surprise. Turning her face, she watched the small boy with a bemused expression, lost in the depths of her own thought. Dingle wasn't an extreme bird, as the instinct...

Sitting in a room filled with people, smiles, and laughter made Minerva Faraday feel very, very alone. Phoenixblood had always been the end goal of her entire life's work; the end of the line in her education. If she had never gotten in, Minerva was quite sure her parents would have shunned her...