1.4 - Bark
The two were however eventually punished for, "failing to pertain to Academy standard." and "excessive misconduct." The truth was they, were caught scissor fucking. She still recalled the scene in her head.
Their flushed faces, hair tangled and dangling mid-act, dirt smearing their skirts whilst getting each other off. It was a nice sight, yet a tad bit disturbing. There was something about the air of the school that reeked of "devious energy." Like the walls had eyes and trees had ears, and something was driving a sexual madness around. Why else would Miralyn single out this issue?
She personally suspected a fae or a trickster, unless the Academy did it themselves.
A memory flickered in her head, not too long ago. She had walked in on Lady Arabella whilst she was being entertained by a concubine. Her reward: strapped and lashed bare butt by Hilda as per Arabella's orders, it was humiliation, but she found it arousing, only because Hilda did it.
Perhaps more such adventures waited here.
If she did have to be honest she was fascinated by the dread and curiosity she felt at this foreign place.
The school may as well have been possessed by 'something', she'd have to learn how to make [wards] soon. So she doesn't catch a trickster goblin or something.
Or maybe she was overthinking it.
Piper shook her out of her thoughts, whilst they headed back to their classroom, offering her sip out of her personal water cup. She obliged. Making the girl smile. Shortly after the rain started drizzling again
The rest of the early day was a dull one. At Least for her. A monotonous account of the academy's history, and a review of its more intense rules.
Such as casting a [morph spell] on someone, would result in a higher level spell being used as punishment. [Burning Foot] for example and [Dominate] would have you running like a wild chicken on hot cobblestones.
The rules were old, it was archaic, it was stupid. After that, they were let out early to make accommodations to their own rooms. As the noise faded away, Calia's thoughts just kept drifting around. In-groups and outgroups. Who to avoid, who to murder in their sleep, who to fuck. (because she was horny.)
The Noble-born girls were the most unpleasant, the running drill served as a nice reality check, that their statuses will only go so far as financial resources here. Yet their arrogant attitudes would persist. And though she is one, by technicality, she despised their spoiled bratty behaviors.
Calia got up from her desk, no point in waiting around here. Her urges were rising and soon she'd have to quell it for better or worse, or she'd pounce on someone like a wild panthera. She fled to her dorm. Piper followed her like a lost critter.
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The pair stood together in the dorm room for the first time. Calia was a bit disappointed with its plainness. The room was expansive though, which left many possibilities for transforming it with time. Maybe a pastel color on the wall, a bookshelf for studies, and some trinkets tucked into corners. She had enough of an allowance to make it happen.
The perks of being an adopted and rich 'retainer' so to speak.
The tall arched windows pointed directly at the oppressive woods outside, first thing is first some curtains. The furnishing that was there was minimal too. Four queen-sized beds, and two wardrobes lined up at the wall.
Piper's mouth hung like a fishing line. "Do you see this..it's massive.!" she exclaimed, full of joy. She started jogging around, her fingers trailing across the cream-pale walls and touching the bedpost obnoxiously. "Look at the windows! And all of this space! I can roll anywhere I want!
She threw her bag on the farthest bed, staking it as her own.
Calia dropped a sweat. Didn't she enter the room this morning? Why was she amazed now?
"It's really not all that much."
She stepped aside as Piper quickly assaulted her with a pillow.
"Are you kidding?" she shouted. Her fingers were tearing at her hair."My room back home was eight times smaller."
"Don't make it give you ten times the ego."
She really is a country bumpkin it seems.
Piper paid no mind to her remark, then her shoes slipped away and she started jumping from bed to bed, demonstrating great athletic ability before settling on one under the window.
"You know I feel this is a bit too fancy for me, I'm practically a queen now," she said, hands on her hips as she stood on the bed, she threw her socks off surveying the space. She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes. Then played out her own personal drama. "You filthy peasants, kneel before me like the dogs you are. I am the one who holds the reign and the crown."
She motioned to her non-existent audience, mocking them.
She really should be careful, such a declaration could be considered heretical, especially among the old families.
The door was closed behind them, they were alone and Calia had a filthy idea.
To Piper's surprise, Calia–mad as she was–dropped to her knees, eyes locking with Piper's. She started barking.
"Woof-woof." she crawled forward. "Yes, my queen what can this dog do for you?"
There was a playful and teasing hint behind Calia's words, Piper froze. Then crawled backward, and her grin disappeared. Then she swallowed. She shifted against the foot of the bed like she was trapped with a mad animal. The tension in the room thickened.
Calia kept her pose, as composed as she could manage, waiting for Piper's command. Piper cleared her throat, laughing nervously, as her feet shifted.
"Um, you can get up now, I was only playing pretend," she said, unsure of how to proceed. "Jeez, Calia you can be weird sometimes."
Calia smiled, they only met today, She was going to have Piper under her thumb soon enough. "But you started it, I was only playing along?" she whispered.
The door burst open with a loud bang!
Then two girls stepped inside, making Piper and Calia Jolt out of their strange moment. The girls stared in horror and disbelief.
The short-haired redhead adjusted her glasses. Closing her eyes, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "I knew I should've picked another room," she uttered.
The blonde with long delicate hair, put a hand over her mouth, pale cheeks flushed. "Yana, this was supposed to be one of the better rooms! How naughty."
"There are at least two half-vacant rooms halfway down the hall," Yana said, agitated and stressed she glared at Calia with disdain, who was still in her fetal position.
The blond stepped forward, only to be blocked by Yana's hands. "But this room has the best view! We can't just leave let's negotiate with these perverts."
"I'm not a pervert!" Piper panicked, jumping off the bed and running barefoot towards the new occupants. "I'm as sweet and innocent as honey."
"Nope, let's leave." Yana snapped, slamming the door.
Calia's face burned red, and for the first in a long time, she felt shame. She scrambled to her feet, then as straight as a pencil marched to the door.
She opened it bowing her head like she was caught in a crime.
Piper who stood next to the door, looked at her first friend with horror and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding," Calia started. "We were practicing drama."
Yana spat on the ground. "Yet it's the first day of the semester, how strange."
Calia folded her hands together. "W-were practicing in advance…" she giggled.
Piper slapped her forehead. Then changed her demeanor to be as sweet and airheaded as she usually was.
"Hey, um. Welcome to your room. I'm Piper." she put her hands out.
Yana stared at her petite feet. "How unmodest, where are your shoes, or socks at least."
Piper started sweating.
"As I thought, you were participating in some weird fetish play. This can't go unreported."
Piper jumped at her, pulling her by the arm, struggling to fit her inside.
"Please, please, please, please. It's a misunderstanding."
The girl called Yana took a step backward let out a deep breath and sighed. The blond stepped inside, eyes relaxed. She introduced herself.
"I'm Sylphie, from the great forest in the east." she bowed formally. Calia met her formality by bowing in return. There were little pokey bits of pale skin sticking out of her hair.
An elf!?
"It's n-nice to meet you," Calia said, her embarrassment slowly fading. "You're a…"
"High elf, but a half-elf to be specific," she said with a half-smile.
Calia nodded her head up and down, her lewd thoughts already speculating. On what an elf's privates looked like.
Yana coughed in her hand. "I'm Yana, but you've already heard that. I'm going to be clear. 1. I do not mingle, I came here to become a sage. 2. Your interests and activities do not interest me so don't involve me."
Piper was a little down at her words. Calia didn't believe, a sage was practically a god among men and women. This girl was way in over her head.
"If you're going to be perverted." Her attention lingered on Calia. Eyes glinting under the glasses. "Do it elsewhere."
Yana threw her bag on a vacant bed. "Now if you'll excuse I'm going to spend the rest of the day decorating my part of the room, so I'm going to make a quick stop to the town down the hill, to buy some bedding and decorations.
"There's a town?" piper squeaked. "I don't have money though,"
Calia whispered in her ear, lips an inch away from nibbling. "I can buy you something." the girl's eye flashed with glee. Already forgetting, that social capital was heavy in the world of witchery and magic.
She might regret it.
Sylphie frowned. "Shouldn't we collectively decide how to arrange the room?"
Yana looked like she wanted to chew her head off. Calia decided that it sounded like a good idea. After all else, their room would look like a circus.
"I agree, we can go together, curfew is like 8 hours away. And we got nothing better to do." Calia concurred.
Yana settled. "Fine, but.." she raised her wand in the air. "If any of you misbehave or try and ruin my social standing. I will toast your asses with a [Fireball]"
"Kinky," Calia replied.
Yana blushed and Sylphia did her best to keep her at bay. The tall elven girl holding Yana like a midget to refrain her from going berserk. They settled down after a while, preparing to go as a group.
Piper was unable to sit still so she ran down the hallway, hoping to find fun elsewhere. Yana did something else in the bathroom.
It left Sylphia and Calia staring at each other. Sylphia approached her, making sure no one was looking. Calia was a little frightened, not because of Xenophobia but because elves seemed so alien to her.
Sylphia stopped in front of her. Holding her by the shoulders, sending a shiver down Calia's body. Sylphia came even closer, her breath tingling her skin. Lips parting, saliva glistening in her mouth.
"You have [Lilith's Kiss]," she murmured to her. " You poor cursed thing."
Calia's mind was sent reeling. The teachers she understood knowning. But this Elf? She came out of nowhere.
Her thoughts raced. If she knew, that meant she was magically attuned. She didn't belong among her peers. She was much older then. Elves grew really old, like faeries and devils did. What was she doing here?
"It's not so bad," Calia said nervously, voice shaky. "I can control it."
Sylphia's head tilted, golden blond hair spilling over her shoulder. Eyes heavy.
"Can you really…? I doubt it, you're leaking…"
Calia blinked, half spooked, by the Faerie-like creature in front of her, then stood up, and walked away. Sylphia didn't follow, just stared.