<br/><div class="floatright">(https://external-preview.redd.it/X34Io2HLR7C3SuzB4NXpRzPd8jLqdcGAZHg-_oIel3I.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=2c26c3dac2cb7583ea4483a208651f7070e9f491)</div>Alundra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347373.msg16357127#msg16357127)<br/><strong> Pots, Dude! </strong><br/><br/>Dude was really into dirt. Sigh. Well, weird enough but so far, harmless. Sand? Was sand a dirt? Who knew. Stubble dude professor probably had fifty names for sand. Her vibe continued to be less than pleased… Pick a plant to make it grow? What? How was she supposed to pick?!? She knew maybe like, five plants on sight. Tree, grass, flower, shrub. Ok, four. Moss! There, five. Which was, what, point zero one? Small blossoms sounded cute. Ok, she lied. The talk of giant blossoms reminded the redhead of the most amusing flower…. The corpse flower. But she absolutely was making notes on the options labeled as easy. And small tiny blossoms sounded cute. Issues, her? Nah.<br/><br/><br/>Alundra was extremely unlikely to be the most dangerous one in the room.. Not in a school of creatures of myth and legend and horror movie. But, it could perhaps be argued that was the most monstrous. After all, how many of her peers or even teachers had sat and wondered why they had failed to kill someone, and plotted ways to make sure that particular lack didn’t occur again  in the future if need be. But aloof and distant and weird and even paranoid as she could be, the girl had a distinct, huge soft spot. Weakness or not, it didn’t matter. Her eyes drifted down to the wolf, so pretty. She wasn’t afraid to meet his eyes, oh no. Lazarus was an honest predator, what he was and nothing else. No pretenses, no false fronts, no masks or hidden landmines.  And she even smiled, such a rare sight. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any food for you, unless you eat dirt.” She whispered softly, holding out a tiny hand to let the wolf decide if he wanted to make better friends, to get pets. And if he did, the odd girl would make every attempt to pet him the whole class, whispering cute nothings the whole time. Though she already had food, people food, stashed in quite a few places. Her room of course, but also in the further parts of the library, the woods, an attic, a lesser used supply closet, and a gardening shed that had been more spider webs than well maintained tools.<br/><br/><br/>She had to smile at Tara’s joke… and looked interested in the carnivorous, mobile, poisonous plant. Cool. Since she had to pick, though, might as well come up with something. “Cactus.” She said dryly, probably the first word she’d said in any of the classes so far. Well, to a human. She was plenty conversational with Lazarus, as long as he hung around. Nor was she afraid to go for what sounded like an easy A. Something that liked heat, yes please. She didn’t even think of the spiky metaphor.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7b/5d/14/7b5d141cb9c252ff29835dd44e3c2bd3.jpg)</div>Alundra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347373.msg16357127#msg16357127)<br/><strong> Archery time?</strong><br/><br/>So, school rules. It was mandatory that each student joined a club, to round out their educations in the unusual academy. Rowing, right out. Swim team, same, but worse. Beekeeping, hell no. Spellcasting duels, not a good idea. Fencing sounded neat, but was too popular, too many people. Extra herbology and plant time? Yuck. Werewolves, and their playing very rough was… a huge no. Vampires, what did they even do? Sirens and mind control? She’d rather burn the place to the ground. Too bad they didn’t have a campfire club. And Alundra had no idea how to cook. So… almost by default, archery seemed fine. And extremely unpopular. A perk. Not that hard, right? Not… that she’d so much as seen it done other than glimpses in the Olympics. Turns out, she was terrible at it. Her arm strength was almost zero, and as short as Alundra was, she’d found what was basically a child’s bow, no matter how fancy it was carved. A bow was harder to keep steady than she’d imagined, especially combined with drawing the string (Already set at low resistance) and trying to aim. But she was stubborn, sending arrow after arrow down… vaguely… towards the target, then marching grimly down to retrieve them, over and over, again and again. Then starting over.<br/>