Alder's Grove

For rix_scaedu's commissioned continuation of Laziness as an Art Form and Laziness X4.

"So, my Master wants to know, if you are concerned about the number of Kept he's taken in, what you would bid to take one of them off of his hands." By the third upperclassman Roanna talked to, she had the words down pat.

She was also getting used to the look of disbelief, although every person had a different reason for the disbelief.

"Concerned? No, I'm just impressed. I never managed more than three, and I had to set someone on fire for that one." The draconic-Change Yisachar smirked down at Roanna. "You can tell your Master, if I want one of his Kept, he'll know when his pants are on fire."

Roanna gulped. "I'll tell him, sir..."

"Just Zak is fine."
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For @cluudle's prompt

The halls were dark. Something was howling in the distance. Something else was screaming.

Roanna was doing a decent job of holding it together. She'd grabbed the hand of the nearest classmate she could find, and they were moving calmly and meticulously through the darkness. Roanna had a flashlight in her free hand; Tamberlain had a long wooden stick in his off hand.

"Look, the stairs should be right around..." Suddenly, she couldn't move. Panic, totally inexplicable terror, gripped her and wouldn't let go.

"Ro? Ro? Shit, Ro, run!" Tamberlain, still gripping her hand, starting following his own advice, and, in the process, dragging her along.

Her frozen legs finally responded, and Roanna started running, too, as fast as she could. Something was wrong. Something was really, really wrong.
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Laziness X4.