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[i]"A prominent college in which those with mageblood are expertly trained in the art of magic."[/i][/center]

Had Ruvaen lied to her as a joke? If so, it wasn’t very funny considering she had traveled a long way. Well, not too long, but it was wasted time, nonetheless, that she could have spent on making money. After all, there was no way a renowned college such as Ruvaen spoke of would be reduced to a backyard carnival – one with questionable and obviously treacherous rides. More specifically, a carnival with a wooden, slowly spinning trap of death. Cosima had never laid eyes on a torture device more foul than the carousel; an apparatus created to torment children with dizziness and delusional notions of misplaced [i]fun[/i]. This dead-like festival was not Cosima’s definition of fun, more so her nightmares and terrified thoughts. Nothing scared Cosima more than loose children flying about and dubious contrivances with working, toothless men and pure sugary demise. Yet, Cosima waited in line, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for it to move forward in hopes of being able to ride this death machine herself. It would give her something to tell her mother after she explained the disappointment the college was.

Somewhere near her, Cosima could hear the uncertain and shaky voice of someone either behind her or in front of her and an accompanying insistent one. The brunette would be lying if the voices didn’t irk her – everything irked her at this point; the smells, the sounds, the permeating sweat and body heat that clung to her like sickness clings to lying near-corpses. It was unbearable – but the idea of seeing some mage to talk about her future at the college was even more unbearable. Instead, Cosima wanted to pretend that everything was a deception so she could return to her mother in New Sanguine, where she belonged.

[color=darkseagreen]“How long must I wait here till I can leave without a guilty conscience?”[/color] Cosima wondered aloud as she was wont to do. [/color]