Even he was subject to this kind of wall of classism, considering that his seatmate is a girl he rarely spoke to on the occasions he was given. Though he was good friends with a few kids in class, they were not as close to him.At least, Mitt thinks he’s not. He feels someone tickling his left ear, and he moved his head slightly to see who it was but found his ears touching a tiny, folded paper. The shape of the fold formed what looked like a wobbly snake, with a makeshift tongue torn from a part of the paper or somewhere else.Cocking his brow up in wonder, he took the folded paper, looking around to see who was brave enough to make folded paper toys and pass them around the class. He was hesitant to be bothered by it but found himself relaxing when he noticed that near the middle area of the seating, a boy with slightly shorter brown hair whose face was looking in front but one of his fingers was pointing at him.This boy stayed still for most of the les

Leaving the hall, they went into a spiral staircase at the opposite end where Mitt entered. They went down seven flights before stopping at an old dark double door with long brass handles. Everywhere, employees who wore the insignia of the white six-point shard, passed by and stopped every time they see Lord Verbasi to either greet or let them through first. Both a greeting of respect and pleasant-like cordiality to Mitt and his mentor.On the other hand, those with a six-sided wreath or a pair of three-fingered Sari-manok claws only passed them by with a simple nod of greeting. Mitt didn’t dwell on the other branches within the office, since they often only look at him with a rare moment of a smile or complete disregard. More people nod at him, but it’s not an awkward feeling to be out of reach to these adults, he was only there to learn.“Today, we’ll need to catch up on cutting a shard,” Lord Verbasi scratched his chin as he asked an as

▓▓▓▓▓Pale light marches through in between shadows of people walking in and out of the city coming from the shards of each lamp post from the main gates. Everything else is in a shade of color that blinds the senses with multi-facets not of origin within the All-Monarch kingdom.The bustle and crowd gathering did not change from the norm, though it contributed greatly to the variety of sound pollution coming from the different languages each person spoke. Various fashions from neighboring cities merge and are displayed through the streets, filling the extent of mundane drab clothes now spiced over a drab of exotic tinges popping in and out.The variety of clothes ranged from finely colorful woven sarongs, and turbans made of coarse leaf strands to posh velvet vests and sharply ironed brown slacks and petticoat ribboned dresses. Mixed cultures and traditional garb walked through the cobble-paved streets of the main city of All-Monarch, equally welcoming the busi

Being stone souled and hard-hearted for her family, as the head, brings her so much on the plate to think about that sometimes, other factors of one path begin to be missed. Considering that she’s always wanted what was best for Yphemu as of current, right now, if her daughter doesn’t want to be with someone then all she could do is help her introduce her to someone. “Alright,” Lady Tethea said, her eagerness lesser but her eyes showed concern out of fondness. “You’ve managed to avoid the potential of marriage once again.” She sighed but looked at her, eyes slightly glinting at the light of the sun. “But, no matter, whether you will be married by choice or not. I know you will. I have faith that your soul is healed and strong, once more.” Noticing the last piece of biscuit on the plate, Yphemu picked the piece and placed it on one other plate filled with cupcakes. She nodded and smiled at her mother before their next conversation turned to a one-sided gossip about th

Her request was simple and ten years old at that. It somehow related to the rumors about Mitt’s father, but not entirely just about paternal relations. There was never a chance she wouldn’t hear it as if the rumor vine didn’t reach the ears of her office walls. Annoyance? Dismay? Curiosity. There were a handful of thoughts that entered her mind but what boggled Yphemu as she requested to investigate the rumors, in detail while Lagodis looked up Mitt’s family history, was the fact her mind went blank. Reading the first investigation on the family or possible relatives, according to the location of the last location Mitt was found has the lowest likeliness to know accurately. However, Lagodis did discover that there were, at the time, traces of magic coming from an unregistered airship. Everything about the magic reeked of illegal alchemy with several layers that Lagodis was surprised the supposed airship stayed stable. Looking for traces or evidence of the air