It would happen on Saturday. After Anise reformed (but before she was subjected to an incredibly thorough punishing for failing to perform her TA duties as ordered), she was informed that Lamitte and Heptalia had agreed upon Saturday for the proposed, er, "reenactment," and Lamitte wanted her to come too. She immediately said yes, of course. It had been two weeks, and the only mermaid she'd seen was the flash of a pink tail on the carriage ride up. She ran past the lake every morning on her dail

"Oh my godddd, why is Runic Language a required class?! I just know I bombed that test…""We'll be using runes for the rest of our lives. We should have at least some idea of what they mean.""At least you get to take it with Professor Isochor. He practically feeds the answers to you. We're stuck with Professor Venatrick! Seriously, who schedules a test on a Monday?""Hey at least it's over and you don't have to dread it all week.""Yeah instead I get to dread whenever his crusty old ass releases

The carriage ride from campus took a little less than an hour, and Anise's face was pressed to the window almost the whole ride. She was a simple country elf, from a farming village on Calentra's outskirts. Her first semester, she'd been so buried in her schoolwork that she'd scarcely had time to explore the city beyond the ancient stone walls and towers of the Mage's College. Not that she could have afforded to do much but look; even the carriage she now rode in seemed well out of her usual pri

Anise Speargartner stood at the base of the spiral staircase. In her hands, she clutched a sheet of parchment, delivered to her by a pretty young elf with rosy cheeks and obvious sex hair during her Culinary Magical Basics class. In front of the entire class… one look at the blood red wax seal, and everyone had known. Only one teacher used that color wax.


Her purple eyes traced the words again. Written in cursive by a steady and severe hand, the dots