( A Knight Talks Sense Into His Sorceress (no small feat, all things considered) )

Rinoa didn't realize it was Friday, or that she hadn't taught her class today. Rinoa didn't remember the last time she'd had a full conversation with another human being, instead of just nodding at people and waiting for them to go away.

She was too deep in her book.

She'd been obsessed with books before, but never like this. It was a Sorceress's ( Read more... )

Stranger and stranger. The other-her, the Rinoa that Lady Caraway felt like she was tracking through time and space, apparently owned a store in town, at least according to the tiny blonde Sorceress who worked there. How had she come to settle here? Mr. Sta- Jono said that the Rinoa he knew had gone to school here, but Rinoa had been privately ( Read more... )

The Lady Rinoa Caraway concentrated, and a horn curled out of the side of her head. It wrapped around itself like a conch shell, laying flat, and she squinted at her reflection.

No. Not with this outfit. A swipe of her hand and it disappeared. Maybe more of a headdress?

( Rinoa understood the importance of presentation )

Of course Claire slept in. Claire always slept in on Saturday mornings, unless she had detention, and the school here seemed much more lax about handing it out than Shermer High ever had. Which was good, because sometimes a girl just had to blow off third period in favor of checking out the latest shoes at Ralph Lauren ( Read more... )