by Zaphod Riker » Thu Dec 19, 2013 3:45 pm
Ysavandia sighs, getting up for the day. She was late, as usual. The little nation rubs her eyes, getting dressed and futilely brushing her hair, absentmindedly watching it bound back to its normally messy state. She sighs, and walks out of her dorm, sitting in the main building and not knowing what to do. She was late for her first day. That's always nice.