Odessa sat on a bench outside her dorm, and huge history book open on her lap. Her knees were up, to try to keep the tome from sliding out of her lap. It was heavy reading for a Freshling, both figuratively and literally. But the little Grimm was simply obsessed with the history of her race. Being a cache child, she didn't really have much of a connection, beyond reading about it. A fact that made her quite sad.
In fact, during her time at the academy thus far, she hasn't even met another full-blood Grimm. It made her believe the warnings in some of the books she had read - her race was at first of dying out. What if there were no more Grimm stones in the cache? She sighed. That she couldn't do anything about. Still, she hated feeling so disconnected from everything.
Sighed again, she carefully closed the book. It took both hands. The day was perfect and crisp. Fall was here in all its glory, and Nightmares and Daydreams alike were celebrating. She'd even noticed a bunch of freshlings carving pumpkins. It looked fun, but she'd never tried it herself. ... Maybe she'd have to ask her caretaker if she could try.
Gracie Loff
