But What if it -IS- a Call to Adventure?

Gwynaria
Sylvie Ella Decroix

Gwynaria was a majestic sight on that bright, breezy day. She stood atop a rock, her posture tall and perfect. Statuesque. The air brushed through her spotted hair as she smiled to herself and scanned the tree lines beyond the courtyard and spacious sports fields.

“The wind sings of a journey…” Gwynaria said as she clenched her fists. An excitement was welling up inside of her. There really must have been something in the air for Gwynaria to feel this way—even if she was probably the only one sensing it.

“A call to adventure!” she cried out, throwing her arms out at her sides in a dramatic pose. The wind just so happened to pick up at that moment and wiped her hair around her face.

“Yeah, that’s nice Nari,” Sylvie interjected with a scowl on her face. “But we’re here to study.”

She definitely regretted letting Gwynaria talk her into studying outside instead of their dorm room. Gwynaria had the worst attention span Sylvie had ever encountered in her life. The younger girl brushed some of her blonde hair behind her ear as she rested a Spanish-language study guide in her lap.

“But don’t you feel it?!” Gwynaria insisted as she hoped down from the rock in front of the bench where Sylvie sat with her books. “The call to adventure doesn’t wait for people to study! Once you sense it, you go!

With a hand clenched to her chest, Gwynaria stared off into the distance. “Something beckons me—beckons us, perhaps.”

“No. I’m here to teach you Spanish. So sentarse el culo,” Sylvie replied, clearly unimpressed with Gywnaria’s passionate insistence.

Gwynaria frowned and looked down at the smaller girl. “What? What does that mean?”

“Maybe you would know if you would sit your ass down and study with me.”

Gwynaria stamped a hoof down on the ground. “Such language for a princess…” she grumbled before yielding to her small friend and sitting next to her. Sylvie let out a sigh of relief as she picked the book back up from her lap and started going over some basic grammar with Gwynaria. Her eccentric friend wasn’t going to get very far in Starlight Academy if she couldn’t concentrate of schoolwork for more than a minute before trying to run off on some ‘adventure’.

Gwynaria tried to focus on the Spanish that Sylvie tried to review with her, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more important, something special that was calling for them. She had noticed the small girl—well, small by her standards—who was heading in their direction. Did this feeling involve her in some way? With her elbows against her knees and head resting in her hands, she curiously watched the girl as she approached.

Then something fell in front of the girl. Gwynaria heard a voice. Her eyes widened before she jumped right off of the bench and approached the newcomer on clicking hooves.

“Did that lamp just fly at you?” Gwynaria inquired to Destiny as she pointed down to the object at her feet. “Because I think it just talked to me. In my mind.”

“It did what?” Sylvie said as she followed behind her tall friend, annoyed to be interrupted yet again. “Maybe you should leave it alo—Nari!!”

Gwynaria obviously wasn’t paying attention to Sylvie’s concern as she leaned her tall body down to the ground to pick up the lamp. She peered at the lamp curiously, while Sylvie just groaned and rubbed her temple.

“Maybe picking up objects that appear out of nowhere and talk in your head isn’t the best idea?” Sylvie muttered.

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Gwynaria said with a casual wave of her hand as she turned the lamp around in her hands to inspect every inch of it.

“Strange, though. Where did it come from?” Gwynaria asked before looking over at Destiny.

“It did not hit you, did it fair maiden?”