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Domani was bored. Even though she was in a school specifically to teach Science, she was still required to take other annoying classes that had nothing to do with her chosen career. Zoologist. A zoologist who had to write essays on oil production in the Middle East. Who cared about oil in the Middle East? Couldn't people just get off their lazy butts and walk? She was just fine with walking and Venice didn't have all that many cars and only a few speedboats. After all, speedboats were useless unless one wanted to run into a wall. Being a human was so boring.

She laid on her stomach in the apartment above the office with Rosa, her cat, jumping all over the place and attempting to eat her paper. She agreed with the cat. The essay was good only for destruction. But she didn't feel like rewriting the entire thing, as much as she wanted to rip it to shreds. "Sorry, love. Not for eating," She told her.

She'd promised to work on her homework while her parents went out to the grocery store and Cynzia was trying to create a whole new wardrobe. But nonetheless, she just wanted to go on the roof and watch the sky go by or wander the city or leave Venice altogether and ride a horse. Unfortunately, she couldn't. She had to sit here and do her homework. Or pretend to do her homework.

She flipped over onto her back and picked up her cat, sitting her on her own stomach and stole some time to imagine how much better life would be if she could become a cat.

Domani rose to answer the door, whiskers flicking idly. She smiled at her teacher, one that she actually didn't mind paying attention to. "Hello, Signora Costa," She greeted her. She was unsure what to do, let alone what the woman wanted and took a leap in the dark, "Um, come in." She stepped away from the door and led the way to living room. "I'm just fine, thanks. So's Rosa." She responded to the questions curiously.

She sat down on a chair, kicking her paper towards it and picking it up, along with Rosa. "My parents are out right now and so is my aunt." She said nervously. After all, why would someone from school randomly stop by her house? She couldn't help but wonder if she was in trouble. "Do you want me to call them?" The whiskers seemed to melt away into her skin and she rubbed her face where they disappeared.

Domani gave her best version of a courteous smile and took the cookies, wondering if they were at all like the ones her own grandparents made, which tasted horrible all around. She set them on the table and her cat darted after them, sniffing them blissfully. Well, they probably weren't horrible. Her brow frowned, however, at the mention of whiskers. Did she have whiskers before? She couldn't remember. She was fairly certain she did not. Children with powers? She didn't even know any children with powers, she thought. But then, she didn't pay attention much to gossip or people in general.

The silence stretched on as she contemplated herself having a power. Let the woman stew as she thought through the possibilities. Finally, she settled on the easiest and most explanation-receiving question. "What do the whiskers mean, other than that I have a power?" Curiosity raged through her voice. She wanted to know. Whiskers meant animal which meant animal powers.

Domani wasn't the type of person to trust on the word of another. She bit her lip thoughtfully. The response was useless to her question. She knew that already. Anyone who paid attention to the news would know that. And she actually watched the news on the rare occasion she watched T.V. She ignored the obvious question 'You're an Evo?' She was irritated by the answer and annoyance crept into her as she asked one that was more important, "Yes, I got that. But what does it mean?"

Domani watched wide-eyed as the apparent age of the hand change. She gave an uncertain smile to the supposedly old woman. "Oh. Alright, then." She said, her independent personality irritated at the Signora's implication that she couldn't take care of herself. But.... She knew almost nothing about powers and Evos other than what went on on the news and the news was probably wrong about the specifics. The woman still treated her like a child, annoyingly enough, like at any moment she would run around screaming or would listen to her simply because it seemed like fun. Arrogantly, she said, "You're going to train me, right? I'd prefer you didn't treat me like a kid, then. I'm not going to run off and hide in the closet because there might be monsters under the bed and I wish you'd stop acting like it."

Domani nodded slowly to the Signora's first comment. She could remind her and she would. As often as possible. She was not a child, after all, and she would not abide being treated like one. But at the mention of training, she could not help but get childishly excited. After all, the sooner started, the sooner ended and the sooner she could live without being able to defend herself. "Um, as soon as possible? And however you think best."

Domani couldn't help but wonder how people staring and whispering would make her think about how she changed. The two didn't affect each other, she thought. Oh well. But the questions she could answer, "I was daydreaming about being a cat," She shrugged, easily putting two and two together and getting an unsurprising four. Thinking affected how you acted and, apparently, powers. Wow. Shocker.

Domani couldn't help but look at Signora Costa oddly. "I consciously decided to daydream about being a cat, if that's what you mean." How could one daydream without realizing it? It was like falling into a book, watching a good movie. It might make time go by fast but it was never an unconscious decision to start reading or watching, at least that was how Domani thought.

((XD I agree. Paola seems to be too motherly for Domani. That sounds good for me. She'll probably pass out after the trouble and the notice-er might decide to take over the training and they'll 'meet' at a situation where Domani will have to admit she needed help, instead of deciding it like now (if it's one of those 'wake up in a strange bed and meet your savior' moments. Paola's ability seems more spying than combat to me, also.))