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  Wilma opened the door to the library that had been set up before they had even gotten into the city itself, and looked at her daughter as she read a history book. The girl was only five years old and had just started school, yet she was obsessed with the world around her. It was to the point that she was reading books meant for people much older than her.

  The little girl didn’t even look up, or spot her as she walked behind the chair that she sat in. Wilma then pnted a kiss on the girl’s head as she leaned down to read the words that her daughter was looking at. The girl stopped what she was doing and looked up at her mother with a slight scowl on her small and cute face.

  “Mother, please don’t interrupt my reading,” she said, earning a look from her mother.

  “Now, little one,” she said, her tone serious, “you have yet to tell me how school even went. You just got home and started reading in the library,” Wilma said, her tone saddened now.

  The school hours were known to the parents. In fact, they had hoped that their child would get more school hours so they could try and have some alone time, and make a sister or brother for Vistilia. Yet, the school day had ended at 1:00 pm, just like they had been told.

  Yet, Vistilia was still mad for some reason. The mother could tell by the way the girl sat. Her daughter was rather exasperated. Wilma wanted to know why, just like any mother worrying about her child’s health.

  “Little one, why are you so mad? Was school not fun? Did you not get to make any friends?” she asked, and she little girl looked at her with a bnk look.

  The little girl huffed exasperatedly. She seemed to be in a really bad mood, and didn’t want to talk about it. It was then that the mother decided to pick up the little girl, and plop her into her p as she then sat down in the chair that her daughter had been using. Vistilia let her do so, welcoming the warmth of her mother with more rexed posture.

  “Now, what did you do in school today?” she asked, and Vistilia then spoke.

  Her voice was bnk, like always. It was something that Wilma had fretted about endlessly when the girl had first started to talk. Yet now, she was less worried about the girl that was her daughter, and more worried for anyone talking to her. After all, someone like her could leave the wrong impression for someone important.

  “The first day of school was supposed to start at 9:30 instead of 9:00. I was early. I got to css, and there I had to wait for the css to actually start. Gaia is in my css so I like that. Then, we spent the whole day walking around parts of the school that I don’t think I’ll ever see. After that, we attended an opening speech by the Director of Putloeyk,” she said, earing a nod from her mother.

  Her mother spoke then. Her voice was low, and inquisitive. She was trying to grasp at the reason for her child’s slight anger.

  “So, what was so wrong about that?” she asked.

  “I didn’t get to learn anything. At least, anything that I didn’t know already. I thought that I would at least learn something new. But no!” the little girl waved her arms in the air in a rather exasperated way.

  Her mother giggled as she watched her little girl rant out her little heart. While she was extremely mature for her age, she still had some kid-like nature to her. Though, it was still slightly strange how she acted sometimes when it came to things that she had never been a part of before.

  For instance, when she talked about school just now, she acted as though she knew what it entailed to live it, and had hoped for something more. Of course, she was of Vraelin. It was easy to push such thoughts of strangeness away from her mind.

  “So, what was the speech about that the director spoke about?” Wilma asked about, her tone soft.

  “Oh,” Vistilia said, brought out of her own little world, “He talked about what the different holidays and off days from school we were going to have. Most of it reted to the upper years though. we won’t be doing much in the first year,” she said, and her mother nodded her head.

  “What special days do you have at school?” her mother asked, slightly confused as to what was going on at the school.

  “It’s nothing much. It is really only next week where we have to set up and sing in a band for a bit. That is really only it,” Vistilia said, her tone succent.

  Her mother let that sink in, remembering to go to the school and get a schedule for the rest of the year. It seemed to her that Vistilia hadn’t really paid any attention to the director as she was mad at the time. She smiled at the thought. She could undoubtedly ask the opinions on her darling daughter of her teachers and the staff.

  “Okay little one,” she said, “Dinner is ready.”

  Vistilia let a smile flitter across her face she nodded her head and thanked her mother for the meal as she slid off of her p. There, now feet firmly on the floor, she made her way to the dinner table. The little girl was rather hungry, as she hadn’t eaten since noon.

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  Leris looked at the ledger for the budget of the guard that had brought back home. He had gotten off of work a little over ten minutes after 2:30 PM. It was 5:00 pm right now, and his wife had made some rather tasty looking steak for dinner.

  As he looked at the budget for his new job, trying to get a hold of it, he thought back to his little girl’s first day of school. From what his wife had told him, she was rather unhappy with the state of the knowledge she was to learn in the first year of school. He chuckled slightly at the thought.

  It was then that he was brought out of his musings by the child herself, carrying a book in her hands as she made her way to her spot at the table. She nodded her head at her father with the slightest of smiles, and went to reading her book. He peered at the pages as the little girl read them to herself.

  It seemed to him it was a history book. He smiled at his daughter. She was such a gifted child that he was tempted to say that she was the child of one of the goddesses. Yet, she was the child of someone to whom he loved more, his wife.

  “Hello Vistilia,” he said, earning the gaze of his pride and joy, “how was school today? I heard that it disappointed you,” he said, closing his own ledger and shoving it to the side as she began to speak of her day.

  “It was disappointing. Gaia is in my css, though, so that made it better,” she said, and grabbed a fork from her pte and stabbed a steamed vegetable, she then spoke some more, the day moving on.

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