Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20190918012915/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190920021112

"Beguiling is a noble art," Lady Carlson started. Evie sighed. Her ability mentor always tarted every class off with a new way to tell her to stop slacking off. She just didn't get the Evie just couldn't beguile anyone. When she was younger, she was mortified that she couldn't control it, especailly since she hadn't yet manifested as a vanisher. Not that she was great at that either. She would practice at home, hoping to get something, anything out of what she thought was her only ability. Every time her mentor made a comment, she felt a bit smaller. Every time she found a note in her locker saying she was better off talentless or that she was a disgrace to the Vackers, she felt more insignifigant, until she failed level one. And then she didn't care any more. She was trying at what she'd never acheive, and she decided that being okay at vanishing was enough. Besides Evie had always liked books over people. And she was happier not working her butt off 24/7 to please people. Evie remembered the note in her bag. She was curous what it said. She knew it'd be some rude insult, but she wanted to know. Her coriousity burnt in her stomach, eating her up like fire, until she couldn't take it anymore. What was she going to miss, a lecture on her terriblness? She Unfloded the note, and started to read.

''Other elves look down on you because of your talent (or lack of one). Our world has never learned to accept this. But together, we can change this. If you want to make our world a better place, write a line on your locker. ''

-Chloe