@"Fae"
Though there was still plenty for Oddleif to do around the Academy's grounds (and sooner or later, beyond its boundaries), but on this particular day one could find the ashen-haired youngster laying in the grass under the shade of the tree she had met Samael a day prior. She was dressed in her usual rags - that is to say, also her best and only clothes she had at hand, while her peculiar ashen hair was left to flow loose rather than tied up in a bun, messily splayed on the grass around her head like a blanket of snow. Her emerald eyes were resting behind closed lids, appearing to be asleep - though in all due honesty, she was just trying to relax in the territory she had already explored and considered 'familiar', not wanting to admit defeat against the summer's heat that made her so lazy.
I'll just cool off for a while ... then I'll get around exploring those towers around the place. she thought to herself in an attempt to make herself feel better. Eventually, she opened her eyes and watched the sky between the green canopy of the tree overhead, letting her thoughts wander as freely as the clouds as they passed. She was wondering about the circus troupe she had been traveling with, prior to her arrival at Manta Carlos - though in all due honesty, they had really turned out to be her family as she grew up ... she never imagined she would have to leave them behind, simply because she was more 'special' than expected. Everyone at the circus was weird - short people, women with beards, contortionists who could bend in ways that would probably make you sick at the stomach ... she couldn't really understand why she couldn't stay with them - she couldn't explain why they were afraid of her. They should've known better ... she would always be Odd, what with her white hair and gold-flecked emerald eyes. What difference did it make, that she could apparently make snow appear in her hands, or freeze water with a thought?
Oddleif had to turn her head and shut her eyes tightly, realizing that her train of thought was making her heart squeeze painfully in her chest - she was making herself sad without intending it. She would have wanted to get up from the grass and find something to do, to keep her from thinking, but her limbs felt as heavy as lead. All Oddleif could hope was that there would be a distraction coming by soon ... preferably before she would accidentally make herself cry out of home sickness.
Though there was still plenty for Oddleif to do around the Academy's grounds (and sooner or later, beyond its boundaries), but on this particular day one could find the ashen-haired youngster laying in the grass under the shade of the tree she had met Samael a day prior. She was dressed in her usual rags - that is to say, also her best and only clothes she had at hand, while her peculiar ashen hair was left to flow loose rather than tied up in a bun, messily splayed on the grass around her head like a blanket of snow. Her emerald eyes were resting behind closed lids, appearing to be asleep - though in all due honesty, she was just trying to relax in the territory she had already explored and considered 'familiar', not wanting to admit defeat against the summer's heat that made her so lazy.
I'll just cool off for a while ... then I'll get around exploring those towers around the place. she thought to herself in an attempt to make herself feel better. Eventually, she opened her eyes and watched the sky between the green canopy of the tree overhead, letting her thoughts wander as freely as the clouds as they passed. She was wondering about the circus troupe she had been traveling with, prior to her arrival at Manta Carlos - though in all due honesty, they had really turned out to be her family as she grew up ... she never imagined she would have to leave them behind, simply because she was more 'special' than expected. Everyone at the circus was weird - short people, women with beards, contortionists who could bend in ways that would probably make you sick at the stomach ... she couldn't really understand why she couldn't stay with them - she couldn't explain why they were afraid of her. They should've known better ... she would always be Odd, what with her white hair and gold-flecked emerald eyes. What difference did it make, that she could apparently make snow appear in her hands, or freeze water with a thought?
Oddleif had to turn her head and shut her eyes tightly, realizing that her train of thought was making her heart squeeze painfully in her chest - she was making herself sad without intending it. She would have wanted to get up from the grass and find something to do, to keep her from thinking, but her limbs felt as heavy as lead. All Oddleif could hope was that there would be a distraction coming by soon ... preferably before she would accidentally make herself cry out of home sickness.