Isabelle threw her notebook down in disgust. So many new races had come out of hiding, joined the rest of the world, and she couldn't manage to get a single one of them to let her interview them. She'd seen them in passing. A couple slaugh here, a shade there, chomps at the pool, but any time she'd approached they'd just up and disappear. It was enough to drive her batty. How was she supposed to gather enough information, first-hand information at that, to write a good article to send off to the paper if she couldn't get any of them to cooperate with her?!
Near screaming with frustration, the nixie paced. Five steps to the door and then five back to the small grotto set up in their common room. If she wasn't feeling so antsy she'd have gotten into the water and swam. (She'd done that earlier and it hadn't helped.) The academy had been so kind to her and other nixies like her. Renovating some of the common rooms into small grottoes for nixie gatherings and fixing up some of the rooms so they were easier for them to live there. She was certain they'd done similar things for the some of the other races that'd come to reside at the academy, but she hadn't been let in to see any of the rooms. It wasn't like she would just barge in and take a look around! She had a sense of decency!
She must have approached at least a half dozen different assorted nightmares and daydreams, to get interviews or at the very least pictures and had been spurned at every turn. Frustrated tears pricked her eyes and she decidedly dashed them away. Crying wouldn't do any good. It didn't do any good to tell herself that, since fat tears trickled down her face anyway.
Was she really doomed to have to find some job she'd hate, writing nonsense articles to magazines whose recipients wouldn't even bother to read? The longer it took her to find someone who would give her a chance, the more and more it seemed that that was going to be how it turned out. She'd never had this problem as a freshling! Maybe it was because she didn't know anyone here?
Isabelle choked on a sob, curling into herself as her body fell to the floor. Sure, she'd been a little pushy while she was trying to convince someone to let her interview them, but had she really been that bad? Nightmares that she'd never seen before went out of their way to avoid her, so it must be the case. Harsher sobs wracked her body and she finally gave up the pretense that she wasn't upset. Tears freely falling down her face, she knelt til her forehead touched the ground and just sobbed.
Maybe things would seem better when her roommate came back. Maybe she just hadn't been going about things the right way. Whatever the case, she was inconsolable in this moment. Her minds swirled with worst case scenarios and what-ifs and the longing to be back home where her family and neighbors had indulged in her desires. They'd let her come here to try and give her a better shot of achieving her dreams and look where it'd gotten her. Alone, crying on the floor in her room with nothing to show for it.
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