She laughs slightly.
”What is your favorite class? I like art. I once sold a painting of a field of butterflies at an art auction for $1000, when I was twelve.”
“I didn’t want her to go out just in case something bad happened. But she insisted ... It’s my fault. I should’ve convinced her more.”
You see Wetleap glance at you.
“Well, the dorms are on the third floor, so probably this floor, the second floor, and the first floor.”
You walked with the rest of the Wind Mages to your class.
It says exactly what your mother said, just in more detail. It also seemed like they were adding more discriptive words to make it seem more important and legal, like all legal papers.
You see many different little places. But you check the clock and realize how late it is. The school had a time everything was closed and when students couldn’t leave their dorms. It was thirty minutes past that time.