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Post by The Headmistress on Mar 15, 2013 21:51:54 GMT -5
It was a beautiful spring day. So beautiful that Lillian couldn’t resist taking a break from her endless amount of paperwork to take a walk outside. The gardeners of Silas had been particularly busy with growing stunning flowers this year. Everywhere the Headmistress looked were colorful plants of every type. Shading her eyes, Lillian turned up to peer at the almost cloudless sky. It was a warm 62 degrees outside, but there was a bit of a chill in the air from the wind. A little splash of color against the blue sky drew away her attention. “Hello there, little friend,” she murmured letting the orange butterfly land on her outstretched hand. It stayed for a moment before flittering off into the distance. Chuckling, Lillian wished it a farewell and continued on her walk.
As she strode forward, the woman kept her hands clasped behind her back. Ahead stood a group of students chatting and laughing. Lillian tossed them a smile and dipped her head with a friendly nod. “Good afternoon everyone. I hope you are having a wonderful semester so far. Any problems in your classes?” she asked with a curious tone. The group smiled and shook their heads. None seemed to be intimidated by having the Headmistress of Silas in their presence. Her senses did not tingle with the familiar jingle that accompanied a lie. The students were doing well in their classes. “Excellent. Have a good day everyone.” Continuing on the woman smiled taking in the wonderful day. This beat doing paper work easily.
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Post by Oya Norton on Mar 15, 2013 22:10:09 GMT -5
The warm spring sun felt good on the young brunets face as her insect wing on her back beaded fast to keep her afloat. Her mind was occupied by her texting on her phone that rested in her palms. Her wrist gave another pain surge through her wrist area that made her focus on it. She pulled down the sleeve of her shirt of both of her wrist. What used to be a dark purple skin change on her rist was now a rather larger circle dark purple mark on her wrist. It hurt since she saw it this morning but she was to pre occupied by her phone to do anything now it was almost unbearable with its slight surges of pain it gave her.
The young girl put her phone back in her pocket and decided that she would try to find a professor. Her wings changed directions with her body and she moved forward awkwardly. But still able to stay afloat she kept her self-flying. She then spotted the head mistress and she thought maybe she would know what’s going on with her wrist.She flew forward going up and down as she wasn’t the best flyer but able. But then a suddenly a butterfly hit her eyes blinding her momentarily. She let out a scream in terror as a gust of wind bent her right wing when her wings were fluttering. An she lost her balance and fell out of the sky like a rock screaming as she fell in the direction beside the head mistress.
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Post by The Headmistress on Mar 15, 2013 22:32:44 GMT -5
Lillian had finally come to a rest near a bed of particularly beautiful flowers. Kneeling down, the older woman couldn’t help but smile at the flowers. They always reminded her of her late husband. She missed him dearly, but she knew he was looking down watching over her. Often times, Lillian wondered if the gardeners worked so hard on the flowers for her or at least in the memory of her husband. He was dearly loved among the students and faculty of Silas. Sighting wistfully, the woman stood to her full height taking one last lingering look at the plants. Out of nowhere, a scream filled the air.
Lillian looked up into the sky and was shocked to see a young woman falling from above. “Oooh!” she breathed stepping closer to the youth who crashed into the ground with a heavy thud, “Goodness, are you alright?!” Peering at the girl, Lillian kneeled beside her checking her over. “Is anything broken dear?” she asked with wide, worried eyes. You would think that Lillian would be used to kids falling out of the sky after having worked at Silas Academy for as long as she had. I guess there are some things in life that you just never get used to. “Do I need to get you a nurse?” Lillian asked lastly letting the girl have a moment to answer her.
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Post by Oya Norton on Mar 15, 2013 22:47:29 GMT -5
Oya raised her head from the dirt spitting out some of it and getting the rest of the the butterfly out of her eyes. She then checked herself nothing was and her wings were in their usual tucked in position similar to a insects when they land. After making sure nothing was broken of herself she looked at the head mistress.”Im fine well sorta of…. I don’t know how to really describe it. ”She bit her lip thinking of a way to explain it as she glared at the dirt she had made from her fall on the grass.
Then it struck her the way describe it. But what also hit her was another surge of pain from her wrist as it hat got slight worse. But not any bigger but more painful then earlier. She pulled up her sleeves and pointed her open palms in the air exposing the medium big sized dark purple marks on her wrist. She winced as she showed the older women as she felt yet another surge of pain hit her. ”Please tell me what it could be it hurts a lot.” ” She said as the surges started to appear more often and more painful each time.
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Post by The Headmistress on Mar 15, 2013 23:18:13 GMT -5
The Headmistress heaved a great sigh of relief when the student said she was alright. “Oh good, I’m glad you are fine.” The older woman glanced at the student again to check her over for any bruises or scraped. Over all she seemed fine. She was a little dirty, but healthy. The girl made an expression that hinted some pain. Lillian was suddenly stuck with worry that she had actually broken something. Instead, the student showed Lillian her wrist asking what could be hurting her. Blinking in surprise, Lillian gingerly took the girl’s wrist looking at the purple marks along the wrist.
“Hmmmm,” she hummed to herself examining both wrists one at a time, then together. “My dear, I’m not positive as there are a number of things it could be. If I had to take a guess, I would say it has something to do with your powers.” This time Lillian took a good look at the youth’s face taking in her features. “Aah, Miss Norton. If I recall properly, your power is Insect Mimicry.” The woman’s eyes looked behind the girl and at her wings as if confirming her statement. “Have you not shown other signs of your power, apart from the wings? This is most likely a new development in your gift.”
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Post by Oya Norton on Mar 16, 2013 0:10:23 GMT -5
“well it’s a horrible development I mean its itchy and it kinda burns and no I havnt shown any other sign of my gift other then wanting to go outside an go from flower to flower. But thats normel I probly just wanted to get fresh air. “She thought over her question and she thought she shouldn’t have to ask someone elc why she was outside but when she thought about it she couldn’t figure out why she even went outside she hated the outside.”No I suppose not “She had a unsure expression as she spoke.
She bit her lip nervous. But hard when she felt the worst surge of pain in her wrist then relief. The girl watched in aww seeing the dark purple stingers poke out of her wrist. She moved startled by her new ability and she accidently pricked the head mistress as Oya was in fright of herself.”Im sorry for pricking you…are you ok.” (PS: The stingers cause 15 minute paralyze)Oya had a worried expression acrosse her face as she looked at the head mistresses newly made needle hole mark made unintentionally by Oya.”Im so sorry”.Oya then glance at her wrist and tried pushing the stingers back in but it hurt when she did that.Her attention then went back to the older women.
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Post by The Headmistress on Mar 18, 2013 1:17:41 GMT -5
Lillian twisted Oya’s wrist to each side once more taking a closer look at the strange areas on the girl’s arm. It was hard to tell with gifted children what new developments would be. Honestly, they could take the form of just about anything depending on the power. Insect memricy was a new one for Lillian. She had very little knowledge of students with these powers. It was true that there had been others to come to Silas with the power, but many were before Lillian’s time. To date, there had been only one other Insect mimricy powered student at Silas under her watch. They had a different type of control with their power, too. So these developments with Oya were a new thing. As the young girl explained the need to go outside and flitter from flower to flower, Lillian couldn’t help but give a hearty laugh at the mental image. “Well, if you fulfill that need, be sure to treat the flowers well.” Chuckling lightly, the woman frowned suddenly as another wave of pain overtook her young charge.
“Still alright, dear?” she asked watching Oya’s face carefully. Looking at her wrist the Headmistress was surprised to see what appeared to be a stinger emerging from the girl’s arm. Before she could move her own wrist, the stinger pricked Lillian who’s body suddenly froze. The older woman found she could still breath and her heart still beat, but her limbs would not move. It was almost an entire minute before she could begin to feel something again. Frowning, the woman stretched her body out slowly to relieve it from its stiffened state. "It appears that the spots on your wrists are stingers. There must be a paralyzing agent in them, too. How curious,” Lillian said eyeing the youth before her. “It is alright, dear. You did not mean to paralyze me. That is a very neat gift you have. Now that you know more about yourself, be sure to test out your abilities. They could prove useful.” Smiling, the woman stood up and held out a hand for Oya to help her up as well.
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Post by Oya Norton on Mar 23, 2013 21:38:23 GMT -5
Oya froze up nervous of what she did to the the headmistress. She started freaking out seeing her limbs not move as Oya’s stingers retracted back into her wrist. After a minute Oya saw the headmistress move and sit up and then she explained a possible reason for her movement. “Yes you are probly right Headmistress.”Oya then grabbed the head mistresses hand and Oya help the old lady up. Oya had starry eyes long t the head mistress as Oya was worried she get a expelled or something.
“Headmistress im so sorry please o please don’t exspell me please.” Oya said begging. She started sweating out of nervousness. Her lip quivered as she was not used to the feeling sadness. She was usually used to the feeling of perkiness and this mood was new. ”Please don’t exspell me I love this school.” She begged again repeatly freaking out at the thought of being expelled scared her so much. She flutterd back a for in a pace out of nervousness.
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Post by The Headmistress on Apr 16, 2013 1:45:24 GMT -5
When the student began to fret over being expelled from the school, Lillian gave a comforting smile placing a hand on the youth’s shoulder. “Do not worry, my dear child. It takes a lot to be expelled from this school. The whole point of Silas Academy is for people like us to learn control. It’s only customary for there to be bumps in the road along the way. I have been Headmistress of this school for far too long to let one little paralyzing prick get to me.” Winking, the Headmistress’ smile widened. It was always amusing for her to see the students act this way, yet at the same time, it made her sad. So many students had come through Silas’ doors expecting to be hated or feared for what they could do. That would never be the case. Everyone was here for the same reason – to learn control and find themselves along the way.
“I’m glad to hear that you love the school, however. I hope your classes are going well, yes?” Lillian placed her hands behind her back in the familiar stance that she was known for: a motherly, stern stance with a reassuring smile upon her lips. It spoke of her personality well. “What do you like most about Silas Academy?” The Headmistress was interested now. She loved hearing feedback from the students. It was important to know what they liked or wanted when it came to the school. Silas was built with the intention of being a home for those who needed one the most. What good would it do if it couldn’t even make the majority of its population happy?
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