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KATRA
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Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my everything
Katra Kenyon seemed pleased; unlike her companion, who had seemed to speak to her uncaringly, this Anastasia Clark was quite polite. Katra was unaccustomed to such politeness, but she knew very much how to react to it. With politeness in return. Slowly, careful and wary of her temporarily disabled right hand/arm, Katra took a seat at one of the tables. Close enough to observe Anastasia and her icing of the cupcakes and show interest in her duties, but far enough to not invade her personal space. Katra had perfected the art of close distance. On of the many things she had to learn about as a Kenyon. "I like sweets very much. They look quite delicious," Katra said, conversationally, but she meant it. They were so pretty and irrgardless of the fact that they could be disgusting--which Katra doubted--she was famished and likely to eat anything. She had practically flew out of her home to escape Archeon--which Katra remembered with a shudder of relief and a look of distatse and discomfort--and her family. The ride had been long and boring, but even still Katra had not eaten. And when she arrived at Tospy Turvy Academy, she played her piano until her carpul tunnel rendered her hand useless. She could eat a horse; and she now understood that statement. Katra blinked at Anatasia's question, unsure if it were retortial or not. She reached over and plucked a chocolate chip cookie up and bit into it. Her face lit up with the word "yum" written accross it. "Well I'm not sure if good would be the term I would apply to this," Katra said in a plain voice dispite the look on her face. "That was quitepleasing to my taste buds. Umami." she said, biting into the cookie again. Her face was overjoyed as she tried another one. Katra had to stop herself, modestly, from taking another one. Not only were the cookies good, but she was really hungry. "Sore wa hijo ni oishikatta," Katra said happily, unaware that she had honestly spoken Japanese, one of the five languages she knew. She looked at Anastais with liquid gold eyes, pleased at the tasty treat she just had.
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