Hester
So I will not ask you why you were creeping
In years past, normal years, Hester would spend the week of darkness cooped up at her sisters home, surrounded by family. This was not a normal year, though, the mood there too dark to even think of stewing in for a week. Hester had the luck to be able to step away from that moment, to avoid it entirely, without causing too many waves.
The Arcane Academy was a cold, imposing building, but building's should be judged by what they housed, and what the academy would house for the next week would be her peers, people she knew, people she didn't. Was she really so insulated by her family that she couldn't put a name to half of these faces, or did it have more to do with the crowd of refugees, hiding out in a place meant to keep them safe. Safer.
Her fiddle case was strapped to her back, a sheath for her swords crossing it, and a bag hung heavy at her hip. She hadn't been involved in too much of the actual planning, and felt safer being over prepared than under prepared. There was a bunch near the entrance, a knot that she swiftly manoeuvred past, unwilling to interrupt. Though her politeness paid off, her quick sidestepping putting her in the path of the new Warden, again.
Their meeting at the training grounds had only reignited the childish crush, but Hester was confident enough now to stride over, dopey smile on her face, and point to the place next toMorgan. "Are we allowed to set up wherever?" Came the innocent question, Hester already leaning to set her bag down.
The Arcane Academy was a cold, imposing building, but building's should be judged by what they housed, and what the academy would house for the next week would be her peers, people she knew, people she didn't. Was she really so insulated by her family that she couldn't put a name to half of these faces, or did it have more to do with the crowd of refugees, hiding out in a place meant to keep them safe. Safer.
Her fiddle case was strapped to her back, a sheath for her swords crossing it, and a bag hung heavy at her hip. She hadn't been involved in too much of the actual planning, and felt safer being over prepared than under prepared. There was a bunch near the entrance, a knot that she swiftly manoeuvred past, unwilling to interrupt. Though her politeness paid off, her quick sidestepping putting her in the path of the new Warden, again.
Their meeting at the training grounds had only reignited the childish crush, but Hester was confident enough now to stride over, dopey smile on her face, and point to the place next to
In some sad way, I already know
