Heidi stared at the teacher, her mind filled with disbelief and skepticism. See at home, shes dealt with quite a few hauntings, at one point they had to hire a full on exorcist because one particular spirit wouldn't leave. So the idea of actively trying to summon one, was well, odd to her. She hadn't had any idea what she was getting into when she signed up for the class, that was given. She just thought at the time, "Necromancy! I know that word!" and filled in her application with absolutely no thought about it. Now she was here, apparently surrounded by ghosts, the idea made her shudder. "Snap out of it Heidi" She whispered to herself, rub
River rubbed his head wearily. He had such a headache and had another nose bleed too. The sugarblood looked like crap to say the least. His usually presentable appearance was disheveled and under his blue hues were dark circles. He hadn't been back long and he could only think about Styx but he was scared to find her... was she even still here? Did she even still care about him?
And most importantly... was she alive? Was the pain he was in.. worth it? His ears drooped and he sat at the old fountain quietly. His heart hurt, But was if wrong of him to have this feeling of.. was it self-pity? Despair... helplessness. He swallowed and looked arou
Heidi stared at the teacher, her mind filled with disbelief and skepticism. See at home, shes dealt with quite a few hauntings, at one point they had to hire a full on exorcist because one particular spirit wouldn't leave. So the idea of actively trying to summon one, was well, odd to her. She hadn't had any idea what she was getting into when she signed up for the class, that was given. She just thought at the time, "Necromancy! I know that word!" and filled in her application with absolutely no thought about it. Now she was here, apparently surrounded by ghosts, the idea made her shudder. "Snap out of it Heidi" She whispered to herself, rub
River rubbed his head wearily. He had such a headache and had another nose bleed too. The sugarblood looked like crap to say the least. His usually presentable appearance was disheveled and under his blue hues were dark circles. He hadn't been back long and he could only think about Styx but he was scared to find her... was she even still here? Did she even still care about him?
And most importantly... was she alive? Was the pain he was in.. worth it? His ears drooped and he sat at the old fountain quietly. His heart hurt, But was if wrong of him to have this feeling of.. was it self-pity? Despair... helplessness. He swallowed and looked arou