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 Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 5:45 am
 The setting sun had thrown a soft orange hue onto the town around Makai Academy, giving everything richer, deeper colors. It was a peaceful evening, and being in the middle of the week meant there weren't many people around. Like a few others, Falys was walking in between clothing stores, though she was ignoring the array of mannequins in favor for searching for a particular sign.
Shifting a shoebox to her other arm, she huffed in irritation as she peered down another alley and failed to see the cobbler's shop. All she needed was one of her shoes to be resoled, that was it! Certainly not worth having to scour the town for half an hour. She disliked knowing she was down a pair of shoes now that the soles were practically worn through. Granted, her secondary pair of school shoes worked just as well, but what if they should break, or get a tear? Or worse yet, an unsightly stain? She'd be forced to wear them anyway until her other pair were fixed.
Not that she didn't own other shoes, but these were her only two pairs of school shoes. She certainly wasn't about to get a reprimand for deviating from the school's uniform.
As she passed a side street, Falys let her eyes linger a little too long, scanning the store signs. A nudge from a passing body nearly knocked the shoebox out of her arm, and she grabbed at it with her other hand. "I'm terribly sorry," she apologized automatically, and shifted the box to her other arm as she looked up.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:35 am
 She had graduated, who would have thought! Even her mother had been incredulous and hadn't initially believed her until Ishtar had been able to explain, in great detail, exactly what the inside of the forest had looked. Once she had confirmed that she had indeed past the test, both her parents had been positively ecstatic and so had she. After all, both her parents and she had accepted that the likelihood of her graduating at 18 years was slim. She simply hadn't possessed the necessary level of control over her powers to make her an acceptable candidate. Alas, all those study sessions seemed to have paid off - she might have suffered a mild hiccup at the start of her test, but she had ultimately succeeded.
And now?
Well, now the purple-haired Witchling was finally free! Free of the constraints of a uniform, of the constant presence of professors and that really uncomfortable, disappointed stare that made her legs turn to jelly. She had proven that, despite being a very average student, she was capable of passing the test. Admittedly, she had been the only student who had not managed to qualify for a rare ingredient but this was neither here nor there - she had never expected any miracle beyond simply passing.
Of course, graduating did pose a number of issues for the witchling, who up until this point, had spent most of her days in the same uniform. Now that she was no longer a part of the Academy she was going to have to find some more suitable clothing. Suffice to say that she had grown out of all her clothes at home and only had very rough and unattractive spares. It was the perfect excuse to go shopping and since the world was now her oyster, she had delayed no further. Sweeping up her coat into her arms, she had said had clarified where she was going to the gatekeepers and then scurried off into the town surrounding the Makai academy.
That had been no more than approximately twenty minutes ago and spurred on by the high of her recent successes, she was still barelling down the pavement at a pace that would rival a jogger. Up until this point she had managed to dodge every incoming citizen and had made good progress towards the centre of the town. She knew exactly where she needed to go and what she wanted to see... Unfortunately, she couldn't dodge every individual under the setting sun and as she rounded a corner, she smacked into Falys. Ah, but Ishtar had never been one for good social graces, it was for this reason that she was always getting told off for running in the corridors.
"Oh son of a monkey whore," she swore, shaking the ache out of her arm before she glared at it accusingly. She hadn't glanced towards Falys at this point and it was only whenever the fellow witchling spoke that she looked round properly. "Huh, what?" she enquired cluelessly, momentarily confused despite what had obviously happened. Alas, there was moments when it took her mind a second or two to catch up to the rest of her - hence her penchant for running her mouth.
"Oh hells," she waved her hand dismissively and slipped it back into her coat pocket. "You don't need to apologise, it's not as if you were the one running," she pointed out, a sheepish smile flicking up onto her lips. "I should be the one apologising," she continued and shook her head, well, at least no one could fault her for not taking responsibility for her actions. "You're not hurt, are you?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:19 am
Falys attempted to cover her shock with an embarrassed smile, but ended up with a more open-mouthed look of horror edged with a panicky smile. Did she actually just hear what she thought she heard? Did this girl kiss her mother with a mouth like that? And a student too! She was lucky they weren't on school grounds or she'd be reprimanded for such language...
Standing up straight, Falys shifted the shoebox fully into her other arm and belatedly noticed the pair of mismatched eyes. Completely irrelevantly, she wondered if it was genetic. At least the girl was apologizing, so it seemed she had at least some manners. "I still must apologize, I wasn't looking where I was going." Holding the shoebox under her one arm, she brushed off her other. She once again tried for a pleasant expression. The middle of the street was not the best place for a dressing down on etiquette. "No, I'm quite fine. Yourself?"
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