gypsy <3
Desdemona had just recently arrived to the Ninth House academy, as the student population rolled into the campus. Since those prior days, she has done her best to transform the environment into her new home. Her bedsheets are now green, and the windows are now covered in pots of greeneries that she has decided would remind her of the outside. Her grandfathers land.
The days had been a bit lonesome, as she did not know anyone, and did not exactly fit in with the rest of her section. She spent most of her time sitting upon the windowsill, reflecting on how she might approach this new school membership, among other things. The group Cipher was filled with intellectuals, a group of people with a mystic sense of anticipated darkness. Their allure held a bit of promiscuity to it, strangely idle, too. Calm, which she found not relatable, but did consider fascinating.
The girls were very pretty, and the boys were very cute too. She had spent the past night sitting on her bed and trying to memorize their names, along with other things about them. Thalia, Hayes, Cayenne, Floriano, Agastaya, Me. Thalia, Hayes, Cayenne, Floriano, Agastaya, Me. Thalia, Hayes, Cayenne, Floriano, Agastaya, Me. She had said, reciting them over and over again, looking at pictures from the school memory books, and pointing at them to make sure she had them right. The only people she knew for sure were herself and Thalia, so far.
Obviously, she knew she was Desdemona, but Thalia she had met over the summer. After spending virtually her whole life knowing pretty much only agriculture and her family, mom and dad decided that they should let her go out into the real world. This was where she met Thalia, who she loved very much, and was her best friend! Mona loved her from the first moment they met! She was gorgeous! And funny, and smart, and talented, and the best friend anyone could ever ask for obviously and they were going to be friends forever. and ever. and ever and ever and ever.
Anyway, today was the day that she was going to meet everyone! So obviously, she wanted to get the best dress she could. It was going to be big and poofy, with rainbows, and butterflies, maybe unicorns, or a gecko, perhaps. She loved geckos, and she had a great vision that she drew on paper and sent to her family but they said no. They said no big, no poofy, no sparkles, no butterflygeckocorns, which she might have thought to be quite rude, but no. She did not think. She just said okay! Because the other dress was pretty too.
She arrived upon the scene in the outfit mom and dad told her to wear. It was covered with pearls, tailing down and around the entire fabric of her dress, adorning her mask and her jewelry too. It was quite unfortunate that they had no option but to wear masks, she wanted to see everyone’s pretty faces :( And also, with masks on, she wasn’t going to be able to match the names she memorized to the people she saw in the pictures! That she was quite upset about. Still, that gave her a mystery to resolve as she looked down at the crowd below her.
Mona had entered the ballroom, not from the ground entrance, but instead, the one that derived from the second floor of the school building, bringing her to a platform; the top of a staircase for all of the newcomers to walk down as they were introduced. Thalia said she might be nervous, but on the contrary, Mona did not feel nervous at all. Instead, she felt a bit of a cool enthusiasm, standing at the top as her name was announced.
On cue, she began to walk down the stairs with grace, taking careful steps down each block, as she was not used to walking in heels. She traveled down the flight slowly, looking down at the audience, dressed impeccably and begging for her survey. When she reached the last step, and then the floor, she decided to approach a girl who looked a bit intimidating, at least based on the traditional definition of the word, and smiled at her, not minding that the headmaster was not yet finished with his presentation. “I like your dress!” She beamed, starting with a compliment. The girl did not yet seem amused, though, so Mona continued. “My name is Desdemona, but you can call me Mona. And you?”
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