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aldersprigOctober 16, 2004
College was weird.
The classes were alternately harder than anything at Addergoole and easier, her teachers were strange and at the same time more professional and less, and her classmates were so /young/ it hurt.
But Niassa had lost that argument, so through Intro to Psych she sat, dreaming of fighting dragons.
October 16, 2013
She couldn't really fly with the things she'd gotten in lieu of wings.
But on the back of a dragon, a sword between its shoulderblades and a garrote around its neck... then, then Niassa was flying, higher and higher into the air.
She didn't think about the fall, not yet. Not until it came.
College was weird.
The classes were alternately harder than anything at Addergoole and easier, her teachers were strange and at the same time more professional and less, and her classmates were so /young/ it hurt.
But Niassa had lost that argument, so through Intro to Psych she sat, dreaming of fighting dragons.
October 16, 2013
She couldn't really fly with the things she'd gotten in lieu of wings.
But on the back of a dragon, a sword between its shoulderblades and a garrote around its neck... then, then Niassa was flying, higher and higher into the air.
She didn't think about the fall, not yet. Not until it came.
