Saturday Evening, Room 421

[angelo_wings]

It was Saturday night. She'd been here a week without checking in. Conveniently, she had so very handwavily found a store to sell her a computer -- wireless, they said, which was confusing but she liked it.

So now she had no excuse not to e-mail Quistis and ... no, scratch that, Quistis didn't exactly like her. She didn't take it personally. She figured most of that had to do with the sulky dark-haired boy who'd declared himself her Knight.

Selphie, on the other hand? Selphie would appreciate the gossip. Especially if she started with the most important part.

Selphie!!

SQUALL IS TAKING SEX ED!!!!

I don't know how he got signed up for it, but I snooped and saw his schedule. It's called "Dating, Hooking Up and Sex." I can't imagine how much he glared at everyone for that.

We took a shuttle here and met all sorts of people who were also coming to the school. Then we got to the picnic, where I met even more new people (new for me -- they were already at the school for a while). Most of them are from places I've never heard of, and they don't know anything about Galbadia or Timber. They even stare at me funny when I say I'm a sorceress!

I was assigned a 'big sib' who apparently knows Squall -- he's going to teach here one day! Isn't that wild? -- and my roommate is very nice. There's an awesome library here but I haven't spent much time there. I've been going to classes and I even got myself a computer so I can check in with everyone.

How is everyone adjusting? Has Esthar been attacking? Is there anything new I should know? Is anyone upset at Squall for leaving? I didn't know he was coming with me. I mean, I saw him, but I figured he was just escorting me there, not that he'd stay. You know how stubborn he gets.

E-mail back soon, okay? I want to know everything that's going on. Especially concerning Adel.

She had left a few details out. Her friends said they were okay with her being a sorceress, and maybe they were. That didn't mean they'd want to know about the Magic Reserves, or that she'd met a boy with wings just like hers. Best not to push her luck.

Rinoa typed her name, hit Send, and began composing an e-mail to Zone. Something way more professional, hopefully. The Forest Owls weren't going to just give up.

Angelo was asleep on the foot of her bed, and the door was open.

(will be linkdroppy as hell once I edit those in. yyyyyup, links ahoy! all squall-mods (like finding his schedule) were permitted by the mun. also open!)

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[angelo_wings]

"I don't know," she said firmly. "I don't know that there is a right answer here. But I have it and I can't make it go away, no matter how much I want to."

[intraspective]

Ino shrugged a bit.

"And givin' it up, well, ain't no shame in not wanting to give up power either. You didn't sound like you minded the idea of using it." She hadn't sounded exactly like herself either. "Maybe it'll figure itself out."

[angelo_wings]

"I should mind," Rinoa admitted. "But I can't give them back even if I wanted to. Unless I die, but I'm not really looking forward to that, either."

She happened to like life. It was enjoyable, for the most part.

[intraspective]

"If you were looking forward to dying, you'd have more problems than just magic."

What? It was true.

"You got anything you can do safely with your powers?"