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FedoraChar
Right--their sparring match. Celeste wanted to congratulate him on his win, but her thoughts and her emotions were all over the place. The more distance she got between her and the Healer's Wing, the more the anger ebbed away--only to be replaced with worry and confusion. Only when they reached the doors to the Great Hall did she slow down. Blatantly ignoring the order the black-cloak had given her, she was ready to tell Baltiaire everything she had seen.
"Something happened," she said, keeping her voice low. "They brought two people into the Wing--and one's marked up with Dark magic. The other... The other is an old friend of mine, and she's... she was unconscious, and..." She shook her head, trying to regain some control of her emotions. As her thoughts turned to her Master, however, her anger made a reappearance.
"I don't know. No one would tell me what was going on. I wanted to help, but Siros told me to leave. And he's just so..." She let out another growl of frustration. "I hate it. I hate being here."
She took a minute to breath. Realizing she had been ranting, she tried to collect herself. "Sorry," she muttered. "I... have a lot on my plate right now."
(As a side note, I feel awful that Celeste is ranting about all this stuff but has no idea what day it is for these guys xD/Dx Also, also, no worries about what you said earlier--you can edit your parts as you like before posting this ^^)
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