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It was a conscious effort to school her features, to keep the disappointment from revealing itself broadly. She quietly reminded herself that it was only the first night and that, perhaps, her house would not be as incapable as it appeared in this moment of time. Or as written in history.
Though the meek, younger student (Inky) who offered her a welcome, did not soothe Asena’s worries in this regard. Still she smiled. Picture perfect. ”Thank you,” she offered graciously in reply. ”I can already tell I’ll like it here very much.” If it disproved her theories.
Without conversation to keep her busy, Asena found herself wondering how her brother was doing at The Academy. If her old friends were thinking of her in her absence. If food was being served or if everyone was still filling into their seats. She didn’t regret her choice, it was necessary, but she did feel a pang of something missing.
In no time she would make friends here. In no time she would forget. She straightened her back. Poised. Focused. And then turned back to the younger girl, ”Are you searching for someone?”
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