[center][h3][color=pink]Daria[/color][/h3][b]Location: On way to Library[/b]
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Daria followed Helena, not bothered by her not knowing the exact location of the library.  [color=pink]"Special - like they use a different language or ... are there monsters to be battled with?"[/color]  The leopardess seemed a little excited, although Helena likely wouldn't be surprised that the pink-haired girl's thoughts drifted in that direction.

Though as Helena began to make small talk, the leopardess briefly responded immediately with a sort of disdain that wouldn't be hard for Helena to pick up on.  [color=pink]"There are few [i]literates[/i] in tribe."[/color]  Daria didn't like them.  Neither did her parents. They'd never been members of the tribe like everyone else and many shared the feeling that the sound of words on the page spoke over the voices of the spirits.  She remembered ...

Daria shook her head as if to clear it as she seemed to focus on Helena once more.  Daria knew that coming to this academy would change her in some ways.  She had come here knowing that perhaps things wouldn't be the same in the future.  The leopardess tried to listen to what the world was telling her - the saint, the white cat, the school itself.  What wisdom was she supposed to gain from this?  [color=pink]"Depends."[/color]  That was easy ... now how to explain?  [color=pink]"Which is the cart and which is the horse?  The horse must be tamed first."[/color]  The barbarian felt more comfortable asking for advice here - or perhaps not saying herself an option she held distaste for.