I watch as the new first years line up for the parapet, Sgaeyl bothering me in my mind. Do not speak of me like that, human Sgaeyl speaks in my mind, "Don't read my mind, and we won't have a problem" I retort back. I'm in a foul mood because the latest shipment to Catriona was lost. Damn Bodhi. A flash of silver catches my eye. A girl with silver ends in her hair is talking to another female first year, along with a male. My eyes narrow. Something about that girl.. Is familier.. (Continue)
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