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Songstress
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Woebegone
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I dunno yet. Just wanted to grab that extra tab early. lmao
Woebegone
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Margaux ran vigorously around the hallways, her tuft of golden hair gracefully following her at every step. She took a stop around an intersection, her sapphire eyes wandered left to right, calling to mind which way her destination was. Several weak voices reached her ears from her left. It must be that way, she thought - running towards the source. She took the opportunity to constantly remind herself not pull off an all-nighter a day before an important event, an honest miscalculation on her part yet the cause of her trepidation. Great marble doors stood before her - her judgment was right, this was the place, perhaps she'd also take the time remembering the academy's interiors, instead of focusing on her magics. Carefully, she put a gloved hand and gently pushed the doors just enough till a space enough for her to squeeze was made.
"Miss Madeline!" A stern voice of an old lady was the first to welcome her. "You're la-"
"Late, yes I know, madam!" She interrupted, in the most non-disrespectul way possible.
With a sharp "hmph", the old lady began her rituals. With a quill in hand - she took note if all the students were present. Luckily enough, it seemed Margaux was the last student to be worried about - good, they can finally start with the lesson.
"Alright, today's training," a slightly alarming smile formed around the teacher's lips. If Margaux thought her smile was of no indication, then her teacher's body language was. She was happy, and a happy Mrs. Lane was never a good thing. "Will be an on the field one."
And just like that, Margaux's worries were on the mark, yet, unlike the other students who groaned, complained, and began to fear for their lives, Margaux's reaction were none of the sorts, instead, she tightened the grip on her baton, she did not train herself for years, only to fear the actual hunt.
Her anticipation was beyond her, either that or she was too excited for her own good. The family of Madelines was a prestigious one, known for their great breed of magicians, and formidable warriors. The youngest of two children and of age nineteen, Margaux was surely not one to tarnish the bloodline her family so cared for. She may not have followed her brother's path of the warrior - but she vowed to carve a path of her own under the lineage of the light magics. The "Shining Beacon of the Madelines", a title she not only earned from her arcane practices but also from the sweet, gentle, and bundle of warmth the young lady had.
She let out a sigh of relief, she was ready to prove herself - to show that she was not only a token child of her prestigious family. There was no turning back. With a creak from the unforgiving oak that separates her from the burdening expectations of others from the comfort of her own bed, she exited towards the halls and took graceful steps towards the meeting place.
She carried herself over the glassy hallways of the academy, people gave watchful, attentive eyes on the young woman. The candlelight plays off of the young girl's golden hair, emitting a brightness that almost gives her an ethereal air. Her colorful battle skirt and delightful smile would deceive any ignorant passerby, but the determined look on her face with which she wears her magic baton would give any seasoned mage pause.
She was the last to arrive yet again, but the time the stars declared indicated none of her tardiness. She was ready, and less could be said with her group. The task was an easy one for the night - hunt down the nocturnal slimes that manifest under the touch of the moonlight, but Margaux had known better than to underestimate a hunt - her grandfather's story were a testimony.
They had been briefed hours before their hunt, so there was no other delays. With the enchanted doors of their academy opening, they let themselves out, and into the dangers of the wild.
"Miss Madeline!" A stern voice of an old lady was the first to welcome her. "You're la-"
"Late, yes I know, madam!" She interrupted, in the most non-disrespectul way possible.
With a sharp "hmph", the old lady began her rituals. With a quill in hand - she took note if all the students were present. Luckily enough, it seemed Margaux was the last student to be worried about - good, they can finally start with the lesson.
"Alright, today's training," a slightly alarming smile formed around the teacher's lips. If Margaux thought her smile was of no indication, then her teacher's body language was. She was happy, and a happy Mrs. Lane was never a good thing. "Will be an on the field one."
And just like that, Margaux's worries were on the mark, yet, unlike the other students who groaned, complained, and began to fear for their lives, Margaux's reaction were none of the sorts, instead, she tightened the grip on her baton, she did not train herself for years, only to fear the actual hunt.
Her anticipation was beyond her, either that or she was too excited for her own good. The family of Madelines was a prestigious one, known for their great breed of magicians, and formidable warriors. The youngest of two children and of age nineteen, Margaux was surely not one to tarnish the bloodline her family so cared for. She may not have followed her brother's path of the warrior - but she vowed to carve a path of her own under the lineage of the light magics. The "Shining Beacon of the Madelines", a title she not only earned from her arcane practices but also from the sweet, gentle, and bundle of warmth the young lady had.
She let out a sigh of relief, she was ready to prove herself - to show that she was not only a token child of her prestigious family. There was no turning back. With a creak from the unforgiving oak that separates her from the burdening expectations of others from the comfort of her own bed, she exited towards the halls and took graceful steps towards the meeting place.
She carried herself over the glassy hallways of the academy, people gave watchful, attentive eyes on the young woman. The candlelight plays off of the young girl's golden hair, emitting a brightness that almost gives her an ethereal air. Her colorful battle skirt and delightful smile would deceive any ignorant passerby, but the determined look on her face with which she wears her magic baton would give any seasoned mage pause.
She was the last to arrive yet again, but the time the stars declared indicated none of her tardiness. She was ready, and less could be said with her group. The task was an easy one for the night - hunt down the nocturnal slimes that manifest under the touch of the moonlight, but Margaux had known better than to underestimate a hunt - her grandfather's story were a testimony.
They had been briefed hours before their hunt, so there was no other delays. With the enchanted doors of their academy opening, they let themselves out, and into the dangers of the wild.
Songstress
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I love the mark at the end of the paaage 
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