Kingdom Management and History with Emerson
When Odin said she would be better off here, she expected something open and grand. Those were what this place called “Once Upon a High” possess, but, still, her expectations weren’t really met. It had this setting called classes she was completely and alien to, and apparently she was supposed to sit in different rooms in one day. Instead of a battlefield she deserved, she was to do that. She wasn’t even allowed to bring her weapon anywhere, and she was forced to wear an “unsafe” clothing. Mychyst wasn’t really used to any other clothing aside from her usual heavy ones, and wearing these new ones made her feel new—it was as if her shoulders were floating.
Though if she were to be honest, this felt good.
The more she thought about it now, the more she wanted to ask Odin for another “safe place.” But how can she, though? When she tried to get out of the premises one night, there was this unseen force that kept her out no matter how much she pushed her self through. Because of that, she only ended up with a wide bruise on her arm, which, hopefully, no one will ask her about. This was definitely Odin’s work, since she could see that other people from the castle could freely go outside.
So today, she is sitting in one of those rooms, silent and seemingly invisible. It was not like no one saw her—she even caught some of the people in the room glancing at her, but it was that no one dared to be near her. Perhaps they were intimidated? Well, who would even want to be with a girl with quiet and unsmiling face?
This person, apparently. A very tall person. She ended up staring at them the whole time, not because she was surprised that they sat beside her though, but because of their entrance. Almost bumping their head, muttering to themselves, to when they sat seemingly uncomfortably. Mychyst’s eyes looked at them from head to toe to eyes, “You don’t seem fine with it,” she said, referencing to their statement.
@Ouijaloveletters - Emerson
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Sorry this was so late 