So, this is what it feels like to get evicted... Your shoulders slump as you stare down at your phone. Well, not really; but the situations were similar! Your boss was just tired of you crashing at her place. Of course, she’d worded it less bluntly than that, but you got the message loud and clear.
I need to find somewhere to live. . .
How about the school dorms?
I’ll rough it in the great outdoors!
That’s right! The older building adjacent to the academy wasn’t just for show; it also housed certain students. Though you wonder if there’s anything in particular that qualifies them to live there, or maybe it’s a lottery system? You’ll never make any progress on speculation alone.
It’d probably be better if I just asked someone. I’ll ask. . .
Someone cool and authoritative.
A teacher that wears lipstick.
That girl with the friendly face.
Now that you think about it, you’ve seen her going to and from the dorms a couple of times. With an insider’s knowledge, she’ll definitely be able to help you out. You ask around, not actually sure where you’d find her. After some investigation, you’re pointed towards the archery range. It was getting a bit late for practice though, so if you didn’t hurry, you might miss your window of opportunity!
You bound out of the school, dashing through already emptied practice fields. You’re pretty fit, but by the time you can see the archery targets in the distance, you’ve managed to get a little red in the face.
“Hey, Maya!” You call, waving one arm in a high, rapid arc. Even from behind you recognize her thanks to the telltale yellow scarf that’s poking out into view. The two of you aren’t friends, but you remembered her name anyway. If only because you think it’d be totally embarrassing if someone ever quizzed you about it. “Do you have time for a question?”
