Posted by Amelia on February 15, 2009, 7:09 pm, in reply to "To my student AMELIA! Let's party!"
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where you will sit and contemplate your day
The Academy has become a vacation for Amelia. She wanders here, even when Loti doesn't see it fit to show herself. It frustrates Amelia. She wants to learn. She wants to succeed. She wants to advance. Her Ambassador rank feels worthless at the moment; she hasn't done anything to deserve it.
A shrill voice catches her attention. She twists her head around, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from, wanting to silent it. Stop yelling, she wants to say. Quiet. The Academy is quiet. Instead, she tenses, nostrils flaring and ears flicking uncertain. There is color, and a horse, of course, but color. And more of the shrill voice, calling for her.
She walks towards the mare and stops just short of colliding with the other's body. Her head tilts down, neck curving so that she can tuck her muzzle closer to her chest. The mare smells of earth, and so she assumes that she is from Andarin. There is a trace of water there, but mostly a smell of … well, almost like the smell before a snow. Fresh. Free. Waiting.
“I am Amelia. And you are my teacher... but where is Loti?” Not that she misses her. They never really talked. “Teach me. Tell me what I am here to do, because, honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing here. I just like the lack of sand.”
Ni-Srilan
Ambassador
OOC: Bad post! :(
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