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Peanut Butter - Water
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Timeframe : 1270
Standing across the mammoth desk while the headmistress slowly tents her fingers and purses her lips, Ski feels as if she’s a girl in school again. She shifts from foot to foot as Kinari considers her words.
“Some battles,” she says, “are not worth fighting. You of all people should know this.”
Kinari’s words are like ice down her spine and all thoughts likening herself to a child in the woman’s presence are dispelled. “Do not make light of what happened at Kalas in my presence.”
“My apologies,” says Kinari, though she doesn’t sound the least bit contrite. “That was wrong of me.” There’s a long pause in which Ski glowers and Kinari searches again for words. “Look, my dear,” she says at last, “what I am trying to say is that it pains me to watch you carry on the same useless struggle in the council chambers day after day.”
“I appreciate your concern, but-”
“I have an opening in my staff.” It’s thrown out offhandedly, as if it’s only now occurred to her that this is an option, but Ski knows better.
“You want me to teach,” she says slowly.
“It would mean reinstatement of your knighthood, perhaps even a seat on the knights’ council.” She leans in with a conspiratorial grin to add, “One you won’t have to fight for.”
Ski finds herself with a slew of questions, eager to believe the offer is as good as it sounds, but she stops herself. “I… will have to think about it.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1270
Standing across the mammoth desk while the headmistress slowly tents her fingers and purses her lips, Ski feels as if she’s a girl in school again. She shifts from foot to foot as Kinari considers her words.
“Some battles,” she says, “are not worth fighting. You of all people should know this.”
Kinari’s words are like ice down her spine and all thoughts likening herself to a child in the woman’s presence are dispelled. “Do not make light of what happened at Kalas in my presence.”
“My apologies,” says Kinari, though she doesn’t sound the least bit contrite. “That was wrong of me.” There’s a long pause in which Ski glowers and Kinari searches again for words. “Look, my dear,” she says at last, “what I am trying to say is that it pains me to watch you carry on the same useless struggle in the council chambers day after day.”
“I appreciate your concern, but-”
“I have an opening in my staff.” It’s thrown out offhandedly, as if it’s only now occurred to her that this is an option, but Ski knows better.
“You want me to teach,” she says slowly.
“It would mean reinstatement of your knighthood, perhaps even a seat on the knights’ council.” She leans in with a conspiratorial grin to add, “One you won’t have to fight for.”
Ski finds herself with a slew of questions, eager to believe the offer is as good as it sounds, but she stops herself. “I… will have to think about it.”