Orihimechan-Me

Lilly stared out onto the veranda, sipping at something she wasn't particularly familiar with. She didn't really know what anything was called here anyway, even after an entire year. Prejudice led people to not care whether she drank poison or not. The redhead sighed and set her cup down on the railing and turned her back. The sound of pattering children brought her attention back to the street.     Lilly watched as a Reverie woman attempted to round up her gaggle of children. Lilly recognized several of the kids and smiled fondly. The woman, whom she assumed was a babysitter of some sort, was obviously having a difficult time. After a few

Every time. It was the same thing every time. Era cast his hand again as his eyes narrowed in frustration. If this wasn't real, than surely the prediction would have changed. After the twelfth, the twenty seventh, the forty ninth, Era stopped. This was real. It terrified him. Eralynn watched with rapt attention as his father explained their assignment. His notebook was nowhere near in sight in this class. His eyes were round and attentive, completely alert as to pay the maximum attention to his father speaking. When class was over and everyone gathered their things, Era was still sitting in his seat. Morie gathered up the few things on his

Intelligence training; at first Eralynn thought nothing of it. How could it possibly be difficult? Eralynn had always been smart, exceptionally so. A little training in his already-present talent would be impossibly easy.       Or so he thought. Eralynn watched as Mark set up the projector, opting to ignore the video five minutes in. Instead he pulled out his notebook and began to write. He propped his elbow on the table and rested the side of his face against it, tongue poking determinedly out of the side of his mouth. The story was almost done.     "...We would be glad to help you. Good luck!" Era heard Ma