<div style="text-indent:1em;">Learn all about Marguerite here! <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DjYJhNbRidpKDn2cwFdE9AS8oAopK4gG4XT32k5b464/edit?usp=sharing">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DjY ... sp=sharing</a><!-- m --></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">The evening sky was beautiful with watery colors of sweet nectarine or a pale tangerine, and the blankets of vibrant hues crept along the towering building quicker than an eclipse in the blink of an eye. A light breeze ruffled the leaves of towering oaks and hemlocks branching out into vees or hiding the thriving life from the glimmering sunshine high overhead. Yet everything was peaceful, silent, accompanied by the occasional footfall of an on goer in the distance, yet the silhouette felt strangely calm in such an atmosphere. The silhouette stepped up and onto a hollow step of the academy's steps, the autumn breeze drifting like birdsong and evening light created a healthy shine upon ivory colored locks, sparkling amber irises twinkling like diamonds in the hovering light, faded sweatshirt shrouding the female's naturally slim figure, and within a moment the molly took off in a running sprint. Marguerite was dressed in fairly medium clothing to beat the humidity and heat, a loose shirt covered with a faded gray sweater with a graying skirt about knee length, accompanied with  matte coloured shoes, while tangled locks were pulled into a braided crown of hair. The girl had forgotten that the evening was still young and going, her heart reminded her that she had a meeting to attend.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Marguerite crossed the shadowy hallways, maroon amber irises never leaving the tile floor that felt cold and dead underneath her shoe clad feet, footfalls deathly silent in the long corridors that never seemed to end. Unfortunately, earlier in the day the molly had taken a fall and accidentally cut a long gash into the milky cream flesh of hers, yet as the blood had dripped down her slender fingers the beautiful girl wore a smile that screamed "there's no need to worry, how bad can it be?". This had gotten the female to walk with a limping gait and clenched jaws, however those calculating amber eyes stated otherwise, a story of pain and honor, grief and sorrow, yet coated with honey, pride. Nothing was a challenge for the girl who was top in all of her classes, not to mention the grueling effort everything took on her, and the ending of fencing for she had learned everything needed, and there was no need to compete anymore, the fun was stripped away, yet that pride still wore one of incredulous dignity. Everything was build up like a tower, pent emotions and not to mention the ongoing stress that left the poor female lightheaded and weightless, as if she were the feather of the pigeon, lightweight and without bones. The silhouette of the female began to slow into a steady gait of walk, breath dragging with every step, face coated in a thin sheen of sweat, yet fiery amber eyes ablaze. Marguerite wouldn't let this stop her, she was too strong for that, and definitely not a weakling like many others whom were deemed as so.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Marguerite adjusted the collar of her sweatshirt, peeling it from her slender body as it was then in the clutches of her fingertips, before a skilled hand fiddled with the tie on her school outfit, eyes never leaving the source pathway stretching ahead of her. Draping the sweatshirt over her shoulder, the female had decided to take a break, leaning against a wall as a gentle sigh left clenched jaws, muscles lax as time seemed to go into orbit once again. It was only thirty minutes until the meeting, and for that single time, she had all the time to spare.</div>