Chryrie was brushing Traeline's hair as they discussed her new school.

"Mister Briarius seems very nice honey. I think you'll like the school. Your Aunt Kitty said she's thoroughly checked it out. Icer has said good things about it. You should give it a chance."

The tween huffed and rolled her eyes. "I know Mom. I just don't see why I have to go to a "Gifted" school. Why can't I just go to a regular school?"

"Sweetheart, you know why. Your bubbles have gotten out of hand. You lose your temper and suddenly half the furniture is on fire. And every time I come home from you being watched by Kitty, the house is full of butterflies. And now when you're upset, it starts to rain on our house. Just our house! The neighbors are starting to talk." It was true. The people next door were having fits about the flooding of their gardens. CKalb had even mentioned how difficult it was to keep his forge hot when Trae was upset. And Chryrie was growing quite weary of replacing her drapes every time the child got angry.

Trae was quiet for a moment before mumbling. "Fine. I'll go."

"That's my baby girl."

"Gods Mom, do you have to call me that?"

"Yep. Mom prerogative."

Trae groaned. But soon they were done getting her ready and they made their way to The Ravensheart School. They had arrived in a flurry of dust on the street outside of the school. Chryrie stared at the walls for a moment before leading Trae to the gate, where they rang the bell and waited.

She looked up at her mom as they stood there, then as the gate opened and a path visibly brightened, she rolled her eyes.

"Do they always show off around here?"

Chryrie shook a finger at her. "Trae.. shush. They do things their own way for a reason. Now come on. Let's get you enrolled."

She rolled her eyes again and begrudgingly followed her mother down the path. Well, at least it looked nice.

She absently fiddled with a bit of her hair. It was changing colors with ever swirl of her finger. It was an unconscious thing, but since it never seemed to bother anyone, nobody made her stop.

Soon they were in the building and she looked around again. Well.. maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

She looked at the woman for a moment. She seemed nice. Wait.. Exam? Nobody told her she had to take a test!

Chryrie took the paperwork and began to fill it out with a quill. Trae went up on her tiptoes to look at the forms.

"Remember to put Luse as my dad, Mom."

"Hmm? Oh, yes. I just hope he doesn't mind us putting him down for this."

"He's my Pops." Trae's voice conveyed she didn't understand why there would be an issue.

Chryrie gave her a look that Trae couldn't quite understand the meaning of, so she shrugged and looked around a bit more before looking at the Melody woman.

"You look like Jade. Are you a dragon too? And what kinda exam is it? Maybe I should've studied. Do you like spoons?"

Chryrie shushed her and Trae quickly fell silent to wait.

Trae smiled at the woman. She noticed the lack of response to the spoon question, but wasn't surprised. Most people never answered that question unless they knew of how she called her Uncle Miles "SpoonMan".

When she saw the man approach, she simply watched him. Chryrie on the other hand looked up from the paperwork she was filling out and gave him a bright smile.

"Headmaster Briarius, delightful to see you as well. Yes, this is Traeline."

The fae smiled proudly to her daughter. Trae, just kinda shuffled uncomfortably before peering at the man when he spoke his request to her.

Divinations?

She shrugged her shoulders noncommittally in typical tween fashion. Her finger went to twirling that lock of hair again, the color changing with each swipe of the digit.

"Yeah, I guess. As long as it doesn't hurt or nothin."

Lyndra entered quietly, just after Briari did, with a tray of specialty breads ... banana nut, blueberry cream, raspberry walnut to name a few, and a pot of jasmine tea and several cups, cream and sugar and honey and butter included. She set it down upon the table while everyone's attention was so wrapped up on the Headmaster's entrance. She straighted her apron as she stood back up and moved out of the room without so much as one word, though a welcoming smile was offered to the two with mirth sparkling in her hazelnut emerald hues framed by chestnut brown hair and a set of dimples to either side of her smiling full lips. She retreated back into the kitchen.


For as quiet as the Cook's entrance had been, Sha'uri's was the opposite as one could hear a rucus coming down the hallway, almost immediately after Lyndra's exit... pitter patter of Sha'uri's feet moved across the hard floor.

"ChiChi! Back here! No... bad boy, my necklace. No, not there again! Oh no you don't!"

Dive and slide as she pounced after the little ferret, who had once again taken her necklace and was aiming for a small hole in the corner of the walls where the trim met, so he could dissappear behind the walls again. Last time, it had taken her a week to find him and her necklace... This time she caught him in her hands while she slid along the slick floor, shoulder and back thudding against the wall.

"Ha! Not this time..."

She laughed at the ferret as she snatched back her necklace, holding it far out of his grasp. The little ferret sniffed at her, licking her chin several times ... oh so innocently, so cuddly. She couldn't help but cuddle the little thief closer to her while still gently chiding him.

It was a moment later that she realized there were people here... right there. And her cheeks turned red as she slowly stood up, straightened her dress, sapphire hues glanced to Briarius, to Melody, then the woman and to the girl... only to come back round to Briari again. A shiver ran down her spine at the color of his eyes. She'd managed to interrupt him ... again.

"Hi... sorry. I'll just ... um...."

She seemed childlike, even for her tall stance, as she started to take steps in preparation of exiting the room real quick like....

One foot moved back coming to rest upon the floor crossed behind the other as she shifted her stance still in that preparation for the about face turn around that would prime her position for that dash down the hall. It was the girl's voice that really stopped her, beckoning for a moment with her dear little ChiChi. How could she refuse?

The ferret wouldn't harm a flea he was so gentle and cuddly, curious and jittery shy to the point that it was hard to determine just which way the little squirmy thing would go.. nose poking one direction while his feet swiftly shifted him in another, usually with some token of sorts snatched in his hand like paws. Still, he wouldn't hurt a flea. And he just loved treats. His little body was already beginning to shiver with anticipation while his nose sniffed and twitched in the direction of the breads ...

Sha'uri noticed this and giggled gently.
"You little glutton, I just fed you not an hour ago."

Her gaze shifted to the girl with mirth twinkling in their depths as she winked.
"It's all right with me and I'm sure ChiChi here won't mind. Though I'd suggest a bit of that bread for him, not much just a pinch will do. He'll be your friend for life."

Nod.

She held the ferret a little lower so the girl could pet him while he stretched his body as far as he could get Sha'uri to let him stretch ... and sniffed for that piece of bread, promising little kisses for the one who rescued him with such treats....

If the girl could have a brighter smile, it would blind the world. She happily pinched off a bit of bread and offered it to the ferret. Her other hand coming up to gently stroke it's little furry body.

As the Headmaster spoke, Trae looked up at him and nodded.

"Okay. Tomorrow..."

Chryrie was finally finishing with the paperwork and was quietly speaking with the Melody woman in the background. Trae noticed money exchanging hands. She didn't know how much her mother was paying for her to go to school here. She realized she probably didn't want to know.

She smiled and nuzzled her nose against the ferret's face as it finished the bit of bread she gave it. Well, if the place had animals, then it couldn't be all that bad. Right?