#anywhere

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Vashti pulls out the crayons, not her style, why she needs them.

she thinks on all she has seen, what she fears.

And she writes.

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Ivory is going out of his damn mind. the Count rules, and wants him trained for war, but the Countess wants to make sure he's no simpleton. there are private schools with less exacting standards than this.

He looks at the returned 'test of lore'...in short, it's an exam.

"I can't believe she wants me to improve my handwriting. We text these days. who even writes regularly? On paper?"

A sigh and he breaks out the ink pen and paper. Really, he can't imagine any other sidhe sweating it over scribe work.

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