04/14/2016, 05:17 AM #189 Balefire Academy | Airship Docks
"You too...." Ashlewi returned the gesture Cecilia gave.
Despite Cecilia's seemingly negitive attitude, Ashlewi found the honesty and logical way she seemed to approach the world refreshing. From what Ashlewi could see, many of the youths on the ship were just that--young. Starting the exam with something that would indulge their already poor decision-making and observation of what their purpose in the academy is seemed counter-productive to what the purpose of the academy was. Ashlewi hoped that it was all just a clever ruse to get the immature and unprepared to reveal themselves so they could be removed from the student body, while those who showed true potential would be able to be recognized and kept. Certainly, that made the most sense, right?
As the ship came to a halt, Ashlewi moved to grab her things from a small temporary locker many of the potential students employed to hold their things while they flew. Since lodging would be provided, she only had a briefcase carrying her possessions. Before emerging back into the masses, she opened the case up and observed the items. A pair of high-heeled boots, with a special augmentation that each heel was actually a gun. They were the result of one of the many things Ashlewi had to do to pay for her schooling after her parents died. Next to them was a combat knife, given to her by the same scientist that designed the boots. What she removed from the pack was her wrist-mounted computer, an item she actually bought and paid for with her own money upon her decision to join the academy. Below them in a false compartment were two sets of clothing. One was an exact replica of the clothing she currently had on, and the other was a black and white maid's uniform--the dress code for employees at her new part time job.
Ashlewi mounted the computer and powered it on, attaching an ear piece and eye piece to her ear and having the extras ready in case she needed to communicate to someone else. The device spanned the length of her forearm, but managed to look sleek and functional. Anyone who knew about military tech would know that the computer was military-grade hardware; a benefit to being born into the high life. Anyone else would likely recognize it as a cool computer the big-wigs use to manage accounts, and do other rich people stuff.
Ashlewi closed her case and made her way toward the entrance, giving people the same scrutinizing gaze as she passed them. Cecilia was certainly right. They either didn't know how to fight, or were simply here to fight. Anything in-between was a rare treasure.
I gazed up at the sable-haired maiden with eyes so full of warmth it appeared she was crying silently. My trecherous mouth opened, "Why do you look so troubled, Princess?"
Slowly, she moved her eyes from the moon to me. She studied my imperfections before her for what seemed to be a blissful eternity before gracing me with her voice, "I've slain this land's only prince. What use, now, is a princess?"
As the maiden left my presence, so too did my heart.