Witches Reign

C'mon, Plue. This way...

[The Stellar Mage walks through the halls of Garden, a little white creature with a carrot-orange pointed nose following closely behind. She has her arms full of course guide, snacks, and cookies for Plue. The doors open in the halls and she finds herself in the Quad, and, seeing a bench, she quickly goes over, drops into a seat...and promptly collapses, exhausted. Her books and snacks go sliding to the floor all which ways.]

Huuuungh! Just great! And just when things were finally getting back to normal!

[She stops her whines to raise her head, blink at nothing, blankly, and then sigh.]

Yea. Irony is right. When is anything ever normal for me? At least I'm not tied up somewhere with some creep holding a flaming sword to my neck...

[While his Stellar Mage grumbles and gripes, Plue helps himself to some cookies, plopping down at the girl's feet, and shoving one after another treat into his mouth, wiggling his little legs.]