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[color=FF6A49]“Why would I be nervous?”[/color]

Nervous? Her? Eolnana’s brows narrowed although her expression remained the same as her roommate began going for the door. She stood up, keeping her book between her arm and her body as she contemplated what the person before her had just suggested. Being nervous meant people would find out she was pretending to be her brother and the scandal it’d inspire. Being nervous meant not having any confidence in her plan. Why would she be nervous? She wasn’t weak or scared or had even the slightest bit of doubt. Who was this person to suggest such a thing?  How dare he?

She knew her presumptions of other recruits being patriarchal arrogant fools was correct, but this stammering idiot had the gall to call her nervous? Was he insinuating she had something to be nervous about? He just made an enemy for life! Were she actually her brother she would’ve cleared her throat and declared as such and challenged him to a duel for dishonoring them. Fortunately for him, Eolnana was much more kind and fair. Such fairness allowed her to bottle such insinuations to utilize them in more calculated and mature ways. She wasn't so childish and impulsive to lash out like her brother would, after all.

[color=FF6A49]“Only a coward or someone with something to hide would be nervous.”[/color] She monotonically remarked, [color=FF6A49]“And I am not one of those...”[/color]

She took a light breath as she walked forward. They needed to wait in the common room and start their day. The knightly lessons on magic intrigued her–she hoped they would be worth the hassle of her gambit.




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