[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1]
[i][color=gray]Wingram, Campus[/color][/i]
[@Nanaya], [@Psyker Landshark]

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Ciara grimaced as she saw the fizzle of rain, and a sweeping shadow made an umbrella over the group, shielding them from the worst of the bloody spray. [b]“...Gross.”[/b]

It intrigued her to see the imp walking on its own two feet. Immediately, she had assumed it needed a host to survive. Yet here it was, talking and breathing - though, she wasn’t sure for how long. She didn’t know what the faculty would do with something like this.

Those tainted with shadows never had easy lives, it seemed. Always misunderstood…

Almost as if reading her expression, the imp turned to her as they walked. [b][i]”Were it under different circumstances, a talk between us would serve well."[/i][/b]

Ciara bowed her head. [b]“Yeah… under different circumstances.”[/b]

Inside, she seethed.

Too soon, they found themselves in the campus of Wingram, and Ciara, swallowing her anger, turned to Iraleth. [b]“...Going back to the attument zone makes the most sense. The principal is there.”[/b]