Zora of Termina
forget your high society
- Pronoun
- fucking guess
A well-lit hallway. This was it, if she remembered correctly. Sasha had slipped out just before the rest to use the bathroom, and was now in the dorms hunting down her room as she saw everyone else headed off toward their own.
"Let's see here... not me... not me... not me... Ingrid Alarik, Sasha Vexzorn and... something I can't pronounce." Sasha mumbled. "Fair enough." she hoped to Arceus that her brother had put everything away. He was one to... not do that. And her brother didn't get along to well with Ingrid's as it were, so she hoped nothing got too torn up.
And when she opened the door...
Her things were all sitting on a bed. It wasn't much; just a suitcase of clothes, a few sketchbooks, a DS and an iPod, but it would do.
"Let's see here... not me... not me... not me... Ingrid Alarik, Sasha Vexzorn and... something I can't pronounce." Sasha mumbled. "Fair enough." she hoped to Arceus that her brother had put everything away. He was one to... not do that. And her brother didn't get along to well with Ingrid's as it were, so she hoped nothing got too torn up.
And when she opened the door...
Her things were all sitting on a bed. It wasn't much; just a suitcase of clothes, a few sketchbooks, a DS and an iPod, but it would do.