manicmythos

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𝔑𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔷 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗

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ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ, 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽

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【Teen Era】

"After a few months here in Ishgard, I was finally settling in..."

Uncle Eldeaux had worked tirelessly to make sure Adra could receive the best education he could get her. Cashing in on favors and making promises to the elites of Ishgard, those who Eldeaux had not the wealth to even be in the presence of. Adra wouldn't know the half of it, she was gracious to be taken in and given a home where she could truly be whatever she wanted.

"I don't mind the wardrobe restrictions at school but it has become tiresome to be smothered by the beliefs of the church. 'Halone's Will' this, 'His Graciousness' that. Can I not act of my own volition, under the good faith of doing what is right?" She knew the answer, to the rhetorical question that barely crept from her lips, moments after a forced smile and bow to one of the clergy who oversaw the study hall. The sound of lead dragging across dense paper as her and her piers took notes of their various studies filled the chambers; Adra in particular was struggling in history. Her textbook open as her eyes scanned the page, words and dates, casualties to dragons, the great cataclysm - it all bled together as her mind wandered.

She looked around subtly to make sure that nobody was eyeing her work, flipping back to the page she had really been scribbling on. Adra's spriggan, Speck, filled out the bottom left third of the page at the end of her notebook. She'd drawn him from memory, holding tight onto his favorite gem as he was looking up with that signature befuddled face of his; the one before he usually caused some mischief in Eldeaux's home. Her eyes lit up as she scribbled in the final parts of his long ears that were needing to be filled out and she smiled and looked down at him.

Before she could admire her own work for even a brief moment, she watched the book disappear from her desk. For an elderly woman, Ms. Mivaut didn't move as slow as she looked. "And what do we have here, Ms. Ketha? I see your history text is open but it looks as though you are familiarizing yourself with Spriggan anatomy?" With her eyebrow raised and a smug disapproving grin, she held the notebook closer to her face to examine it more thorougly.

"I've been studying anatomy of beasts and animals in my spare time, I'm sorry- it won't happen again!" Adra lied, she wasn't very good at it either. Her eyes blinking several times in a mere second and her face turning red out of embarrassment and frustration.

From the other side of the classroom, one of her classmates decided to speak out. "Ms. Mivaut, that's her pet Spriggan. That smelly thing is always with her uncle when they pick her up from her classes!" The whole class simultaneously gasped as Adra was exposed by Efitte, one of the other students who lived nearby. Adra's eyes shot to theirs, brow pushed down as far as it could go in a fit of anger. Her hands clenched around her pencil but it was too late.

Adra's arm was being tugged almost from her socket as she looked up to see Ms. Mivaut pulling her from her seat. "This is not your whimsical drawing time, this study hall is for you to do just that- study. You will return here after class to clean off the chalkboards and organize supplies for the remainder of this week, Ms. Ketha. You'll be done when the job is finished. If I see this again, you'll be sent to the Dean and dealt with accordingly." Adra was already seeing red from her colleague telling on her but this whole thing felt incredibly unnecessary. Her mouth began to open but before she could say anything Ms. Mivaut head leaned down and with her lips only an inch from her ear whispered,

"You don't want to get expelled and live in that putrid forest where you and your fraudulent uncle came from, now do you? We all know you don't belong here, you're just lucky enough we all put up with you and your kind."

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Gonna vibe and lore dump here, have a pouty elf