The light filtering through the thick branches of the ash tree that Nicolette was currently using as a backrest danced through her dark hair as she put her study hour to good use. Her lips were lightly stained black from her absent minded quill chewing. She looked into one of the three herbology books sitting before her for a moment before scribbling something into her notes then thumbing back a few pages.”Dragon manure? Really?” She spoke to no one in particular. As usual, she was completely absorbed in the pursuit of knowledge, hardly even taking notice of Casimir and Dief rolling around the grass in play.
Foozle sauntered along the edge of high ancient stone wall. There was a sneaking suspicion lurking in the back of his head that he was supposed to be doing something right then...Read More