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Her feet carried her to the infirmary as if there was no other path for her to take. Everleigh was briskly marching through the halls, every footfall seeming to slam against the wooden floor with such vigor that one would have though the purple proctor to be much larger than she truly was. Her long braid swayed behind her like a scorpion tail in the wind.
She opened the infirmary door, reminding herself not to slam it against the wall and stepped inside, eyes quickly scanning the room. There were two nurses. Nurse Ingrid who was busy and then a new nurse, clearly to replace the bitch Jenna, who was dabbing at Miklan’s cheek. Miklan was sitting up on his cot, skinny pale legs dangling off the side.
“Mik— initiate.” Everleigh said, stomping over. The new nurse, Anne, shrank away. Most fourth levels did, even if the healers hadn’t yet realized that their magic actually trumped everything Everleigh was. Not that she was going to tell them. Miklan looked up at Everleigh with big blue eyes and looked away, huffing. He had a black eye, scratches on his cheek, and a bloody nose. His knees were cut up just as much as the palm of his tiny hands were. “Are you okay?” She asked first.
Miklan shrugged. He was fine, she could see that, and there had been no need to ask the question. Yet the worry wouldn’t abide just yet. Everleigh moved closer to Miklan, glancing over her shoulder, expecting to see Proctor Salak entering any moment. He had also been informed of the fight that Miklan had got in.
“Do they look worse than you?” Everleigh asked Miklan in her hushed tone. This caused the young boy to grin and he nodded his head, a hand going to swipe at his nose in a gesture that was utterly Zael.
“Of course.” He said.
“Good boy.” Everleigh grinned back.
Salak
She opened the infirmary door, reminding herself not to slam it against the wall and stepped inside, eyes quickly scanning the room. There were two nurses. Nurse Ingrid who was busy and then a new nurse, clearly to replace the bitch Jenna, who was dabbing at Miklan’s cheek. Miklan was sitting up on his cot, skinny pale legs dangling off the side.
“Mik— initiate.” Everleigh said, stomping over. The new nurse, Anne, shrank away. Most fourth levels did, even if the healers hadn’t yet realized that their magic actually trumped everything Everleigh was. Not that she was going to tell them. Miklan looked up at Everleigh with big blue eyes and looked away, huffing. He had a black eye, scratches on his cheek, and a bloody nose. His knees were cut up just as much as the palm of his tiny hands were. “Are you okay?” She asked first.
Miklan shrugged. He was fine, she could see that, and there had been no need to ask the question. Yet the worry wouldn’t abide just yet. Everleigh moved closer to Miklan, glancing over her shoulder, expecting to see Proctor Salak entering any moment. He had also been informed of the fight that Miklan had got in.
“Do they look worse than you?” Everleigh asked Miklan in her hushed tone. This caused the young boy to grin and he nodded his head, a hand going to swipe at his nose in a gesture that was utterly Zael.
“Of course.” He said.
“Good boy.” Everleigh grinned back.
Salak
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