"You're very welcome!" Kaye meant that. She usually meant any statement she made, because lying was not a natural thing for her. According to history books, that might actually be a disadvantage at the Academy, which Kaye acknowledged but in the same breath ignored. "None of the proctors strike...
"Yes, sir!" Kaye would salute, audibly eager for this somewhat stifling dreadlord to leave her to her own devices like a naive parent. They usually did, after a few days of playing the good girl. That had been the plan so far, but nothing like nightlife to change that calm energy into freeing...
"S'up. I like your hair! Very adventurous," she'd say genuinely, grinning. Half-hair, Half-bald was a hard look to make good, but something told Kaye she pulled it off. When asked whether she was aiming to pass, she laughed and waved her hand as though to dismiss any worries. It would take a...
"GET OVER HERE!" Proctor Ezekiel would yell, seething at some students taking a bit too long on their mile long run to the training grounds. One such person near the back was Kaye, not so much because she couldn't keep up, but because she found the grumpy man's rage to be, frankly, hilarious. He...
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