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

Ciara grimaced as she listened to the principal before her gaze dropped to the shadeling. What would she do to the imp? The possibilities flitted through her mind, as minor as running magical tests, to as extreme as tortuous interrogation.

And then what would they do with the imp afterwards? She had a feeling the school was principled closely after the preferences of Vaal Nero. After all, it had been the high bishop that had called the school to accord. And Ciara knew, without a doubt, the church held no quarter for even the hint of umbralists, or those unfortunate enough to be touched by shadow, like the shadeling was. One couldn’t help but be who they were, after all.

So there she stood, her stomach turning as her class took their turn at the golden pole. She could hear Otis speaking with them, but unfortunately for the dark one, she had other plans.

With one last look to the shadeling, Ciara made her escape, stepping back into a pool of shadow that whisked her away. She couldn’t stand it. But maybe, there was something shw could do about it. Hit two birds with one stone, in a sense.

Before Ciara knew it, she found herself in front of the library, and headed inside. She needed books. Books on primal magic, and a hint. Maybe the staff here would let slip where they kept ‘dangerous’ trespassers on campus.

The shadeling was on her mind, but so too was her duel in only a handful of hours.