"That truly is new. As for me, I have been around for a couple months, still have to finish high school and having remedial classes.", at least one of Ebviony's doubts about Ília would be answered: She is not a teacher at all. All her words of wisdom and speech and lessons have come from long years of wandering, visiting places high and low... Everything came to her as she pursued.
While Carmin seemed to be taking the easy way around Cultural Classes and that seemed to upset Ebviony, the golden-haired girl however could imagine the reason Carmin was spared of so much was due to some more unnerving aspects of other beings. Soon but surely she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, being the only perfectly human-looking of the bunch. "Excuse me a moment.", and following that, she would sprout wings out her back.
The golden light it casts, the warmth, was similar to that of sunlight, the burning golden feathers harmlessly brushing against her clothes and the grass by her feet. "I was feeling like a weird one here."
While Carmin seemed to be taking the easy way around Cultural Classes and that seemed to upset Ebviony, the golden-haired girl however could imagine the reason Carmin was spared of so much was due to some more unnerving aspects of other beings. Soon but surely she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, being the only perfectly human-looking of the bunch. "Excuse me a moment.", and following that, she would sprout wings out her back.
The golden light it casts, the warmth, was similar to that of sunlight, the burning golden feathers harmlessly brushing against her clothes and the grass by her feet. "I was feeling like a weird one here."