Musa and Kanika
βShall we go to our rooms, Sister?β Musa asked, grabbing Kanikaβs bags for her and taking her hand. Kanika rolled her eyes at him and grabbed her bags out of his hand. βIβm not a child anymore, Musa. I can carry my own luggage.β She said even as she doubled over under the weight of the bags. She looked up at the bright, imposing doors of the Academy. βI should think Iβd like to explore the school a bit first. Would you accompany me?β βOf course I will. It is my duty.β Musa said in that over-serious way of his. Kanika rolled her eyes again and pulled him along as the two walked arounf the school.
As they walked around, Musa couldnβt help but get the feeling that the two were being watched. He looked over his shoulder and gasped as he saw a girl in a bland, yellow chiffon dress following them, her face eerie and intently focused. He would have confronted her, but Mother had warned them about how sensitive the Mainlanders were. If this girl was somebody important and he displeased her or her kingdom, he could end up starting another war, and this time Ujamaa was getting sucked in.
The girl seemed to realize that she looked suspiscious and suddenly came around in front of Musa and his sister, stopping them in their tracks. Musa stepped in front of Kanika to protect her. It had become an instict.
The girl stood before them with a goofy smile. βHello, there. My name is Lemon.β She said simply. βI like your colorful clothes. What kingdom might you be from?β
βDonβt be a prude, Musa.β Kanika said to her brother. βLook at her! Sheβs harmless!β She stepped out from behind her brother and gave a quick curtsy to the girl, not yet knowing her station. βI am Kanika Mshindi III, Crown Princess of Ujamaa. You probably havenβt heard of it.β She joked. She looked the girl up and down. βI enjoy your clothes as well. Theyβre quite charming. Modest and simple and a little bit bland, but charming.β She smiled.
Musa, however, still had his doubts. βDidβ¦ Did you say your name was Lemon? Isnβt thatβ¦ A fruit?β He asked incredulously. "And why were you following us?
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Ruidosa Amante
Suddenly from far across the horizon, a muscular white stallion wearing a golden saddle and bridle came speeding down towards the Academy. Riding the horse was a large-set girl in a ridiculously pink dress, her honey-blonde hair flowing wild in the wind. βWhoa!β She commanded, and the horse skidded to a stop in front of the Academy, sending dust flying. Ruidosa dismounted, dissolving the dust cloud as she landed, and gave her horse a comforting pat on his muzzle. βGood work, Guapo. Iβve never seen you run that fast!β She grabbed her luggage in one hand and the horseβs bridle in the other hand. βLetβs see if we can find a good spot for you in the stables.β
(approachable - needs directions)
Sanchion Hangmun
A stark, grey carriage with curtains over the windows slowly approached the Academy. Inside the carrigae, an equally stark and grey young man sat grimly, clutching his luggage tightly and loosing himself in thought. βDo you ever think about death?β He said aloud, not really to anyone in particular.
The young woman across from him scoffed. βGood grief, Sanchie. Youβre about to start a whole new chapter of your life, and all you can think about is doom and gloom! Canβt you lighten up just for a bit?β
Sanchion looked up at his sister and smiled a bit. βI would, Saminta, but I think I lack the ability to.β He leaned back in his seat, folding his hands behind his head. βThe prospect of positivity defys my very nature.β
Saminta rolled her eyes at him. βYouβre such a child, Sanchie. Youβve just turned 22, and yet youβre still a pouty child.β She thought for a minute. βDo you have everything packed? Paints, charcoals, easel?β Sanchion nodded and peeked out through the black velvet curtains. The Academy was getting closer and closer, looming high above them. His stomach churned, and Saminta seemed to noticed. She reached out and gently took his hand, squeezing it as if to send a bit of her energy into his body. βYouβll be okay, Sanchion. And if youβre not, just send me a letter, and Iβll come to take you home right away.β
Sanchion flushed and pulled his hand away, turning towards her. βYou donβt need to do that. You wonβt have to.β He insisted.
Saminta rolled her eyes at his pride. βOh, yes, of course I wonβt.β She said sarcastically. The carriage pulled to a stop and Sanchion grabbed his bags, making to exit the carriage. She caught his arm before her could open the door. βIβll always be here.β She said sincerely, and he turned to look back at her. βYou know that, right?β
βOf course.β Sanchion said, and he kissed her on the cheek before stepping out of the carriage and into the Academyβs long, dark shadow. And the carriage sped off towards home behind him, his heart raced. No turning back now.
(approachable)