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“... Dumb? Really? That’s what you’re going with?” Azzie frowned as the orange wyngling disappeared from the classroom, before turning back to gathering his notes into a neat pile.“Well, he is. Everyone says he doesn’t talk. That means he’s dumb.” Sihon shifted to rest both elbows on the shadow’s desk as he waited. “Mean too, from what I hear. You’d be better off finding another seat next class, darko.”The shadow smacked his friend’s head with his note papers before hopping down from his desk. “I wouldn’t have had to if you’d let me sit with you.”“There weren’t any empty desks! Plus, did you see that green guy? I had to see whether t...

Cas usually sat in the back of the classroom, as close to the window as he could get. From there he could see the edge of the forest that wasn’t too far from the Nook, the normally-lush branches left bare as they stiffly reached up towards the moody gray sky as white flakes slowly drifted down.He only had one ear turned towards the front as Ms Alice introduced some new students, more interested in planning where he’d go exploring after class. The snow wasn’t that bad. He had fur to keep him warm and knew better than to wander too far.Getting lost in the woods wasn’t an experience he was keen to repeat.“Is this seat taken?” A quiet sort o...

Castiel Azariah likes spites. Not, like: likes them, but knows more about them than any other wyngling I know. It’s weird … and one of the only things he talks about.“I know you’re in the woods a lot. Have you ever seen a yittle?”I nod. Because he’s trapped me at the breakfast table and I won’t flee from Azzie’s prodding until I’ve stuffed at least an entire plate of scrambled eggs and two slices of toast into my mouth.“What was it like? Creepy, I’m sure. How close was it? You don’t go too far into the woods by yourself, do you? Because that wouldn’t be safe. Especially if you let the yittle scare you. You don’t really look like someone ...

Featuring Ahjara and Azariah Mid-Summer, Year 1999 Saraph Territory, The Gardens - Second Oasis Cabaret Ahjara Things were quiet now; for the first time all evening they were quiet. The shows had concluded, patrons who had their fill of food and entertainment were long gone, and all that remained were the stubborn few who either had no place really to go in particular, or those who had peacefully fallen asleep in their cups- unable to handle their booze without passing out. So long as they were mindful of their manners, management didn’t necessarily care if they slept here on quiet nights like this one- at least up until it was time to ...