Ichigo listens quietly, sketching for the most part as she hears the gossip.  Disguised in the elegant and abstract designs are notes, copying down everything that is said, and empathizing the ones that represent things repeated over and over.  Details, details, she had bigger things to worry about, especially if she just avoided the school after dark.  Though she would never say it out loud, sometimes, especially recently, she would have preferred to be in a dorm, with the odd tension rising at home.<br/><br/>And the damnable shoes.  Nisen had begun taking away her favorite ratty old shoes and replacing them all with pretty little things.  She wouldn't have minded... if the heels on all of them weren't at least three inches, if not higher!  She had trouble walking already when she had been wearing two-inch heels as part of a gothic lolita outfit that Nisen had dressed her in.  The higher heels did not help the fact.  It made her feel downright pathetic when she couldn't do her long strides.<br/><br/>She tapped the floor with the toe of the last pair of shoes that had survived the 'purge,' her uniform boots, frowning to herself.  Dragons, demons?  They existed?  Oh, what the hell was she thinking?  Her mother could make living people from whole cloth given a day!  It could be very damn likely that they existed!