Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-37603298-20181123221338/@comment-32987979-20181201010854

"I can't believe you'll only be here for two more years." Selene said, her voice choking up. "Flann wanted to be here, but he didn't want to leave the shop unmanned in case someone needed his medicines. I'm just so glad you're here and not..." She turned away. "Whatever happened last night, don't let it happen again. We can't lose you."

Just then, an eleven-year-old boy burst through the doors. It was Milos, her little brother who was starting his first year at Foxfire. And he looked adorable in his Onyx-colored uniform, a gremlin crest pinned to his cape. Most parents waited until their children got their Nexus off to reward them with a family crest. And Milos' bright yellow-gold Nexus was clung securely on his wrist. He hardly seemed to notice the two, much more interested in the delicious breakfast foods.

Ciara hugged her mother. "Don't worry, Mom. When I'm on my own, Milos will still be around to cause trouble." She sighed. "I need to go now." Sir Deaglon would scream like a banshee if she showed up late. He was Foxfire's infamously strict, no-nonsense Level Seven Elvin History teacher. And of course, she had him first thing in the morning.