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skymuffins2013-03-22 06:55 pm
ground_me) wrote in skymuffins2013-03-22 06:55 pm
[Oct. 28/11] Training Hall, Room 15, Afternoon
As far as days went... this wasn't her worst. (The worst was the last day of grade nine. Always.)
Which didn't mean there was much to be happy about either. Even with her stone working overtime to shoo away other peoples' negativity, Allison's day had started on a major downer, for reasons she was trying hard not to think about.
She was almost grateful that it was a Dover-day. He'd distract her with training and his training was never about her minor talents. Which was perfect. Amazing. Her minor talents sucked and she didn't want to deal with them, like, at all today.
Okay, all she really wanted to do was cry. And she did that. She skipped her classes, ignored her friends when they came to check on her, and didn't leave her room until it was time to head down to see Dover. The only reason she didn't skip his training was because, unlike her other teachers, she was fairly certain he'd track her down.
Allison found Dover in the room that she thought of as ‘their’ training room since, invariably, that was where they started out. "Morning," she said, in deliberate defiance of it being four in the afternoon. "I thought of you today and then I was sad."
You could tell because she sounded cheerful. She was clearly super sad.
... Well, she was, but Dover had never seen her anything but cheerful and she knew how to lie. Fake it until you make it was practically a school-wide motto.
Which didn't mean there was much to be happy about either. Even with her stone working overtime to shoo away other peoples' negativity, Allison's day had started on a major downer, for reasons she was trying hard not to think about.
She was almost grateful that it was a Dover-day. He'd distract her with training and his training was never about her minor talents. Which was perfect. Amazing. Her minor talents sucked and she didn't want to deal with them, like, at all today.
Okay, all she really wanted to do was cry. And she did that. She skipped her classes, ignored her friends when they came to check on her, and didn't leave her room until it was time to head down to see Dover. The only reason she didn't skip his training was because, unlike her other teachers, she was fairly certain he'd track her down.
Allison found Dover in the room that she thought of as ‘their’ training room since, invariably, that was where they started out. "Morning," she said, in deliberate defiance of it being four in the afternoon. "I thought of you today and then I was sad."
You could tell because she sounded cheerful. She was clearly super sad.
... Well, she was, but Dover had never seen her anything but cheerful and she knew how to lie. Fake it until you make it was practically a school-wide motto.