- Pansexual
- Doodling is a fun activity!
- Horses and large birds are made to be *mounted.
- Tall things are made to be climbed.
- You can fry anything if you try hard enough.
*Rated G
RP Sample
Wind rushed down the corridor, tickling Alexandria's spine with a rush. Her ears pounded with blood; her breathing was as deep as the enigma that was Rexicorg. Sweat sprang up from every pore of her body, tickling the goosebumps with caresses of the cold evening air. The dry walls of stone beckoned for her to go ever deeper into the unknown.
The dimness of the the maze sought to swallow her in its bowels, to consume one of countless children that had neglected to remember each etching of stone, each bark of a tree, each little crack on the earth beneath.
Even after all of this, there would be times when the walls seemed to be a little tighter than usual, when the turns didn't fell all quite the same, when the tiles seemed to slump under a feather's touch.
That's why she had a staff in her hand. It, among everything else within the maze's walls, was the only real thing that maintained consistency in a place like Rexicorg. No sentry, no monster, not even the incline of the valley itself could be trusted; it was too steep to navigate, and its arms rose into canyon walls that forbade the stars from advising. Ironic that something as fickle and ever-changing as Nature could hold some semblance of stasis, isn't it?
When she stepped the thousand steps she could step, there came the soft whispers. Those were certainly new. Light cascaded along her backside, as though the sun was rising when it had yet to set.
*Pit pat pit pat pit pat*
The rush of feet on rain; a sound unheard of for Alexandria.
*Clop clop clop clop...
There, a trotting horse. A flash of gold, and the rider and its steed run out the corner of her eye.
*SSSssssshPAP!*
Alexandria straightened up in a flinch as her roommate almost slammed the window down to block the incoming rain. This afternoon was the second day the young girl was brought into the Academy, and already her ears had been constantly assaulted by the sounds of the bustling institution. Over her face, drops of the 6 o'clock sunlight bled their last hues of gold and crimson as the shadow of the rainfall stained the glass panes. The girl, then 12 years of age, winced as her brows were chafed by the dazzling array, but all at once her sight was scintillated by the goodwill and grace of the clouds.
"Oi, almost dinnertime! F'ya liked yesterday's grub, today'll be tons better. Come come!"
Standing right in front of her was the daughter of the cotton baron of the floating isles : Olivia Luxembourg.
Standing at 5'7, sporting carrot-orange hair and freckles aplenty on that fair complexion of hers, she could be seen to be anything but. And in fact, she behaved as if she really was anything but. Those lime-green eyes of her spoke volumes of tales and adventures she had miles above the Earth, but regardless of that and her lineage, she always insisted for Alexandria to call her Ollie.
Right, her roommate : Ollie. One would guess she lived in the country, and to an extent, that was true.
Her accent was fairly unique. Not everyone spoke it, but suppose one's entire life was spent in the company of constantly drunk uncles, fathers, and cousins mixed in with the pampered daughters of wealthy Imperium merchants, of course one would speak the vernacular well.
Alexandria flipped over her blankets, and hurriedly slipped on her leggings, skirt, blouse, and shoes. To fit the autumn season, this semester's uniforms were a dazzling array of browns, oranges, yellows, and scarlets. At least, for the first-years. The clothing was all too big for her anyways, so it was really a wonder at all that the tailor could fit an outfit onto a girl like Alexandria.
"'Ey, ya forgot your bed. At least cover the pillows!"
With a grunt, the 5-foot girl spun around and flapped the blankets once, before taking her ribbon out from underneath the pillow. One grab, a pull, and a tie...there, done!
"So...what do they serve at the Academy, usually?"
Her hands spread the cotton flat.
"Besides what you've had yesterday, they'll be bringing in tons of poultry! Last I heard, we had chickens, cornish hens, turkeys..."
Ollie twisted side to side, cracking her back as she was doing so.
"Goats? Do they serve goat meat?"
Ollie snapped hard, making one final crack.
"Goats? Um...not that I've 'eard of. That's a first outta anybody in the Academy."
The two girls moved closer to each other, and faced the door. Alexandria's arms wrapped around Ollie's left arm, and her entire body followed soon after.
"I know a good recipe..."
"And I'll be the judge o' that, Ms. Bastam! When you get old enough, ya outta teach me!"
The only imprint they left were the tussled beds and the door's slam.
And sea of students flooding in could not be trusted. Alexandria clung tighter to Olivia's sturdy, strong arm. She could trust her.
