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Post by Arrow on Jul 14, 2009 14:16:05 GMT -5
There was the soft scratch of quill on parchment, the soothing tap of rain on the open sill, and the muted cooing of Aster's phoenix as he preened himself. Other than that, a tense silence that the Guardian most disliked.
Stress; the beginning of every new school year was defined by it. Stress of uncertain, homesick students that never seemed to get to class on time, stress of assuring reluctant families they would be safe, stress of the hatchings- a ceremony she recognized as a monumental occasion, but could simply not bring herself to be enthusiastic about the evening after a long day.
Twirling her quill thoughtfully, the Head Guardian finally glanced up at the the students seated across the desk from her. "Sorry to keep you waiting," she said, replacing the quill in the inkwell. "Did you bring your egg with you?"
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