<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/f2/93/88f2930b7b7ff1aecb761504262a14ab.jpg)<strong></strong></div>Wren Applehill, Halfling student (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2335959)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform, sans shoes and hat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm 117<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Seven<br/><hr/><br/><em>Dear Charmbringer,</em><br/><br/>Wren paused in her writing, poking the tip of her tongue out between her lips. She still wasn't sure why she felt compelled to write her diary to... whatever had brought her that charm, but it was as good as any. She tapped her quill and began again,<br/><br/><em>This is the first day at the academy. First time sharing a room with someone! Three someones in FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF</em><br/><br/><strong>"NYAGH!"</strong>The sudden booming shout, and then the LURGH of transportation made Wren squeal and fall to the side, scratching a long streak of ink over her diary page. She hit the floor with an oof, rolling as the building settled, and then popping back to her feet, smoothing her skirts down to hide her garters.<strong>"Wow! What was that?! Who or what is a Astrosim?"</strong>She scurried over to the window squeezing in besides Ceri to peer over the sill, and sees... very little, because she's peering over the damn sill. Sigh.<br/><br/><strong>"That's a lot more trees than were there this morning,"</strong>She observed helpfully.<strong>"Come on, we should go have a look!"</strong><br/><br/>She then grasped Ceri and Seven's fingers in each of her hands and led them towards the door. She was just in her stockings, skirt, and unbuttoned shirt, shoes and buttoning kind of forgotten in this sudden excitement.<br/><br/>And now poor Seven had a big ink smudge on herh and from Wren's.