Snippet #1795760

The twenty two year olds ears turned red when Teryl told her that it was normal. She knew that, but she never really thought about that when she decided to go to the school. She just wanted to learn how to control us. And then Daisy jokingly said that Jinx and her were acting like they had never had sex before and her cheeks reddened even further, but she quickly brought that under control. Daisy had hit the nail on the head there.

Ellias's ears seemed to perk up at the sound of an open bar, she had been dying to go to one. She did enjoy her drinks after all, mainly the fruity kind. She had a fondness for anything Mike's. Except the mango one, that stuff tasted nasty, and their cider wasn't too good either. But still, she did like drinking, and she would be certain to visit the bar when she got the chance.

The fact that there was an art place on campus was also exciting to her, she did like to draw from time to time, even though she wasn't as good as she would like. It still helped ease her nerves from time to time...but she wasn't going to be able to hold a pencil again for a long time...

The young witch wondered where should she choose her room, closer to the bar or closer to the Artisan Acre. A frown formed on the young girls face. Decisions, decisions. She decided she would try to find one near both of them if possible. But she had a feeling she would be spending more time at the bar then the Artisan place, at least until her hands healed.

The rules of the place worried her, especially the one about 'Norms coming to assassinate.' What if no one was around and she had to attack? How could they blame her for defending herself? She hoped it would never come to that.

Ellais wondered where her school id was and fumbled through her papers. Her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth as she searched. It was actually rather hard for her, her fingers were slick with cream and she couldn't feel at the moment, probably wouldn't be able to for the next few days. Well she could feel pressure, but not texture. Finally she let out a sigh and put her papers on the table, spreading them out until she saw the glint of plastic. “AHA!” She let out a truimphent call when she found the concealed id.

As her brown eyes looked it over she frowned, she didn't really like the picture...it was graphic. A woman was tied to a stake, one hand free and held out. As Ellais tilted the picture she saw a glint of fire behind it, the id was holographic it seemed, and the woman was shooting fire even as she was being burned at the stake. It was rather gruesome, and she couldn't help but hope that never happened to her.

She didn't want to think about that too much. And decided to think about the bar. “Um anyone know where the bar is? I could sure use a drink after today...” Her voice was soft and carried its natural husk.