Oh, all that I know, there's nothing here to run from [closed]

[desert_bloomed]

WHO: Professor B'nargin, Counselor Winchester
LOCATION: Ashelia's office.
WEEK: 64
TIME: After the sticky business.
WHAT: Ashelia attempts to reach out to a comrade.
RATING: PG

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[protectthem]

Sam came in right on time, at least for as specific a time frame as he'd given her. The sun had just fallen below the distant horizon, although warm orange and red rays still filled the dawning night sky.

It was odd, but Sam had always felt more comfortable at night. Even when he'd been younger and trying so hard to pretend he was just another normal student, the nighttime had been a familiar friend, whereas during the day he had merely felt like he was borrowing someone else's skin.

In his comfort zone or not, however, Sam had no idea what it was Ashelia wanted to talk about, and hoped it wasn't anything horrible. He had had enough scary revelations for the week, thank you.

He waved as he shut the door to her office, then came forward and stood before her desk. "What's up?"

[desert_bloomed]

Ashelia stood up when Sam entered her office. She gestured to one of the seats in front of her desk. "Please, sit. I am glad you came. There is much to discuss."

She took a deep breath, her gown rustling slightly. This was going to be interesting. "How...are you?"

[protectthem]

Sam plopped down in one of the open seats, stretching out his long legs almost absently. "Uh. Fine." As fine as ever with no brother and no Lilith and an entire school depending on him. "How've you been, Ashe?"

[desert_bloomed]

Ashelia shook her head, sitting at the same time Sam did. "Frustrated, to be quite honest. None of the pieces fit together. Ultimecia is given the kiss, and yet another incident occurs. The Headmaster and Board of Directors pass off each crisis, one after the other, and a convenient nexus of magickal mirrors, or a student's spell gone horribly awry, and I return home to find the Occuria have had one of their most powerful creatures sitting on my doorstep for centuries, or that they placed it there recently in preparation." She crossed her legs, tapping her quill on her desk in annoyance. That all...came out quite unexpectedly.