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[center][color=254f28][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 Silvermist Academy.
💀 Art Room.
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[center][color=254f28][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@Indra]
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With his eyes wide, Connor’s attention shifted towards a sculpture of.., him? Had his fellow student crafted a statuette of him? He appeared to have been lacking clothes, and someone was apparently embracing the boy. There was generally a word for situations like this. It was quite awkward. [color=254f28]”That’s.., me..,”[/color] the boy tried, tilting his head before his abnormally large, black eyes narrowed into a squint. He was not mistaken. She had actually conjured forth a sculpture of Connor. This was most certainly what one would call ‘a first’. [color=254f28]”Uhm..,”[/color] the young mutant tried, his clawed hand rising to gently scratch his pale, pointy ear. [color=254f28]”It looks great.., for sure..,”[/color] he tried, hesitant to utter the words. However, finding himself on the receiving end of his peculiar situation, Connor turned to his teacher who appeared to admire Rin’s work in another fashion, entirely. 

Raising a brow, Connor considered his teacher’s late behavior. She seemed careful, more so than usual, and far less willing to engage in conversation. Not only her, for that matter. This held true for most of the faculty. Equally so, The Fates had not been seen for quite some time. They did not usually lock themselves into the castle peak, meaning that whatever they were debating must have been serious. 

Adding to this curious development, Connor was unable to accept any further contracts. His last journey into the countryside had been far more confrontational than he would have hoped, but anything else was foolish. A crew of raiders could only be dealt with in a singular manner. Other beliefs of the scenario were naive. However, contracts catering to his specific abilities were slowly fading out, and this could not possibly have been considered normal. Winter could have affected this inconvenience, but such an outcome was not reflected by any previous year. 

[color=254f28]”Lady McOwan,”[/color] Connor spoke, earning the woman’s attention. [color=254f28]”Have you seen the principals, lately?”[/color] It was a question founded in curiosity, but also an attempt at digging deeper into this mystery. 

The question quite blatantly caused the woman to stiffen, before she cleared her throat, and shook her head. “I am sure The Fates have been quite occupied with bureaucracy, Connor.” She did not ask the boy why he presented the issue, clearly attempting to brush the conversation aside. It was the same reaction some of the older students had given him when the boy echoed his statements. Was something bothering the teachers? Why where The Fates unavailable? Why was there an odd atmosphere at the academy? Not a single question answered, but rather, each one highlighted by a lack of response. 

[color=254f28]”Right..,”[/color] Connor offered, [color=254f28]”I’m heading out, thanks for the lesson, Lady McOwan.”[/color] He finished, lowering his brush before starting towards the exit, where he turned into a stone corridor, acknowledging Rin with a soft wave. Someone had to know something, or rather, someone had to be willing to share.