[hr][center][color=khaki][h1]Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith[/h1][/color][/center]
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Just as Freya made to leave, something landed over her head. She flailed as the towel obscured her vision. Pulling it down around her shoulders, she saw Renard greeting her with a grin. While she wasn't exactly in the mood to get teased over the incident, she knew he'd mean no harm by it, and she wasn't going to complain about a warm towel. In fact, she couldn't help resting her head against her uninjured shoulder, enjoying the heat that radiated from the fabric. 

[color=khaki]"Prrrrr... thanks, prrrrr..."[/color] She was tempted to lay the towel on the ground and sleep on it, but that would mean missing the visit, and it wouldn't be worth getting moaned at again. [color=khaki]"You know..."[/color] She lowered her voice to a whisper. [color=khaki]"You did well to stay out of that. I know we've got to train up and all, but talk about overkill."[/color]

With that, she headed to the changing room. While not as averse to water as an actual cat, being soaked for too long irritated her, so she made the shower a quick one before throwing on her usual clothes. Even so, it turned out the other students had been faster. Trudging back out to see most of them had already piled onto the bus, she groaned. This was rather a lot of rushing around for one day.

Of course, once on the bus herself, it turned out there'd been nothing to worry about. The driver had yet to arrive, which suited her just fine, though her more eager classmates were likely to get bored. Relaxing once more, she glanced around at the students, her gaze settling on Eira, one of the few not involved in conversation.

[color=khaki]"Hey Eira,"[/color] she called, traipsing forward. [color=khaki]"Everthing ok now? ... Aah!"[/color]

It was right as she passed close by Abigail that her foot struck a metal pole. She pitched over, flinging out her arms. [color=khaki]"Mrreeeow!"[/color] Her injured hand plunged into, of all things, a little pile of salt.

Wincing as the wounds flared up, she rose to her feet, cradling her hand. [color=khaki]"Salt?"[/color] She frowned down at the burst packet, its contents trodden all over the floor by someone. [color=khaki]"Who left that there?"[/color]