Half Pint"Maid, halt." Clarience raised her hand to stop the maid from moving forward, she then gestured towards Sebastian, "Since when did they allow imps to participate in school?" She chuckled at her own joke.
Clarience was a rather tall girl, she stood at a hefty 6'5 and towered over most of her classmates, especially the Asians.
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Dahlia Hawthorne said
It was then Elizabeth stepped forward, taking off her glasses, revealing her stone cold glare. "Without the Lord's money, I would still be at her side, unfortunately it appears your parents didn't bother much, if they let you come in THAT" she said with her signature icy tone. "I suggest you rethink your coming here, if all you plan to do is badger people who are better off than you" she remarked, turning back to Clarience and continuing her notes.
"Maid," Clarience clapped her hands together after the small quarrel, which was rather stupid to her, "Show me around the school, this is extremely boring, I don't want to be near all of these peasants."
"I'm sorry," Clarience pushed her maid aside and stared down at Luz, "I don't think you have the right to talk trash about my maid and me, if you can't even pronounce half of your words correctly, squirt." She placed her hand on her chest and sighed deeply, "Plebes can't think of snarky comebacks even if someone's life depended on it."
"Maid," Clarience snapped her fingers to get her maid Elizabeth's attention, "Take down some notes for me about this place, I'm far too exhausted to pay attention." She moved some hair from her face and closed her eyes, taking in small breaths, "The day has drained my energy."
Some would say that Clarience was rather spoiled, and narcissistic, which was partly true. She brought her maid with her everywhere, which didn't help clear out her bratty name.
Her maid Elizabeth was a loyal servant of Clarience's family, and always stuck to Clarience since birth.
Some would say that Clarience was rather spoiled, and narcissistic, which was partly true. She brought her maid with her everywhere, which didn't help clear out her bratty name.
Her maid Elizabeth was a loyal servant of Clarience's family, and always stuck to Clarience since birth.
Name: Clarience
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Country: Norway
Weapons: Longsword and a family heirloom shield
Other: She's a rather energetic individual
Oh, and I will get special class armor
Dahlia Hawthorne said
"I actually have a few spare glasses in the attic at the inn" she told Clarience, still blindly reaching around just in case she thought she saw someone. "If we can get to the inn-" she was interrupted by bumping into Clarience, for she had slowed down. "Clarience? Is everything alright?" she inquired. She had seen her sleep around occasionally, but she never realized it was this bad. "You really should dedicate a day to resting up" she suggested, looking at what she assumed was Clarience. "I do that sometimes after I've completed a novel" she stated.This was definitely unusual by her standards, but she hadn't had much interaction with this town. It really was a shame she could barely tell a streetlamp from a person.
"The inn, right?" Clarience stumbled over her feet and fell down onto the soft somewhat fertile soil of the town, she was so close to the door too. She tuckered herself out onto the ground and began to doze off, her tired nature taking a hold of her. She was a sloth when you get down to it, she used up her energy reserves too quickly.
She made a promise to her somewhat new friend, to get to the inn and get her glasses, but the moment Clarience's face collided with the ground, it was all over. Her mission had failed and there was no turning back. The girl was in too deep in her rest and could not be woken up now, no matter how loud you yell in her ear, or how hard you punch her in the gut, Clarience refused to wake up.
I don't know if United is talking to Donna.
I'm just waiting for the right time to make contact, Donna isn't one to just rush straight in.
I'm just waiting for the right time to make contact, Donna isn't one to just rush straight in.
I agree
why this.
I'm having a hard time understanding what is happening and who is interacting with who.
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