A few stitches here and there, and it was done. A little Victorian-style dress, elaborately crafted to sit snugly on the shoulders of a sweet little plush, perfectly complementing her darling features. She grinned, adding the plush to her collection, and taking one last look over her desk. At the back of it were tiers of dolls, stacked on each other, each with a unique delicate design crafted by Brynn herself. On the flat surface closer to her, sat a college application. Grendel University, a nice campus, but an even nicer program. And yet, Brynn had been procrastinating, choosing a needle over pen. She sighed at the paper, resting her chin on her hand and tapping her desk with the pen.
It wasn't a difficult application, as it mostly involved Brynn's legal information and
a brief essay about what she wanted to study. The hybrid was a stellar student, and had passed every class she took with flying colors, regardless of her sass. So why was it so difficult for her to admit she was ready to go to University? It certainly wasn't the dorm, nor was it the people she had met at school. Brynn wasn't even overly attached to her classmates, hardly considering any of them friends. She preferred dating older people, liking their maturity, finding that college-age students were more open to having brief flings than Academy students. They were just slightly more scared of commitment, slightly more scared of the future that stared them back in the face with its taunting eyes.
Maybe that was it - commitment. Was she that scared of putting down a dollar in the direction of a career? If she proposed a major now, would she be stuck doing that forever? After all, Brynn loved fashion design. Right? She supposed she was worried that if she were to declare that as her major, it would become too much of a job. Stitching extra plushies for class would be a thing of the past, and instead it would be focusing on every detail in preparation for a new grade. Were college professors as easy to suck up to? She wondered if they'd see right through her whims and determination, instead grading purely objectively. That scared her the most.
But perhaps the challenge was all the fun of it. If she could get through college, Brynn thought, maybe she could get through anything. Maybe she would meet the love of her life. A little bit of her scoffed at that. But a little bit of her also liked the idea. Tap tap tap. Finally, she put the pen to paper and began filling out the application. Prepare yourself, Grendel University. Brynn is on the way.
