Sakuramoria

I hope you won't raid me...

— Yes... Oops! — Coming to her senses, Shira jumped up and almost fell down as well. — I need to run to do extra assignments for the underachievers! I completely forgot! Nir, thank you... I even feel a little better somehow. Let's do something interesting together later. Well, I'm off!

—Of course! If you need anything, come by and chat, or I'll come over for tea, he-he! 😉 —Nira waved goodbye to her friend.

Watching Shira run away, the girl quickly pulled up her legs, got up from the muddy ground, brushed off the layer of gray summer dust from her uniform, and reached for her makeup bag. For a person with her life beliefs, she too often got involved in situations more suitable for virtuous Manaists or, who knows, someone else. And what's even more unpleasant, the latter could have been more helpful here than her pseudo-supportive speeches filled with incoherent nonsense.
On the other hand, she and her friends are still too young to seriously indulge in adult, depressing sadness. Maybe Shira, like Cass before her, will switch to another topic and forget about all this dramatic roof-sitting. And if not, well...
Shaking her head, Nir stared thoughtfully at the autumn horizon. The problems of those around her didn't bother her much, but the very fact of their presence was unpleasant. In her environment, everything and everyone must shine, reflecting in her own personal light; otherwise, it simply cannot be. Every dark spot around will also stain her. When everyone in the company is in sorrow and sadness, it's hard to feel cheerful yourself.
And yet, an unpleasant aftertaste remained from the conversation, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise. Well, never mind, she'll write an essay now, decorate the academy for the Autumn Festival, and then some other event will distract her. Recalling the discussion about the autumn holiday, Nir felt her heartbeat quicken. A new, inspiring feeling swept through her body for a moment, carrying her mind and consciousness somewhere with it. And why did she suddenly think about this nonsense? But somehow, these thoughts weren't unpleasant at all...
...All this damned roof, you really could accidentally tumble down. She once read a story about a boy who jumped off a hill but didn't die, but broke his spine and lay there like a rotting vegetable for hours.
Shaking her head to regain her composure, the girl folded her makeup, fastened her purse, and resolutely headed back to the academy.