Worlds Apart
Even though you're dreading what might be going on, you're not quite brave enough to ignore the summons. You do, however, wait for many of the others to enter the Great Hall before you finally walk inside, the Guardian following fairly close behind you.
You take your seat somewhere in the middle of the group, carefully avoiding looking around at the others. You already know they will just be sitting there, watching with rapt attention.
The seat is fairly hard under you and you resist the urge to squirm, hyper-aware of the Guardian standing just behind your shoulder. Trying not to think any out-of-place thoughts, you turn your attention to the podium at the far end of the Great Hall.
Three of your tutors are standing on the podium. You let your gaze move over them, but then pause, noticing the other woman standing there.
She could be a twin for you and the others in the Great Hall. The only difference between her and all of you is the long, jagged scar that runs down her left cheek.
The woman - who you assume must be the original Dash - is deep in conversation with the three tutors. You look around, but are not too surprised to see that the others don't seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.
You turn your attention back to the podium, suddenly struck by the intense desire to go up and speak to the one you came from.
You take your seat somewhere in the middle of the group, carefully avoiding looking around at the others. You already know they will just be sitting there, watching with rapt attention.
The seat is fairly hard under you and you resist the urge to squirm, hyper-aware of the Guardian standing just behind your shoulder. Trying not to think any out-of-place thoughts, you turn your attention to the podium at the far end of the Great Hall.
Three of your tutors are standing on the podium. You let your gaze move over them, but then pause, noticing the other woman standing there.
She could be a twin for you and the others in the Great Hall. The only difference between her and all of you is the long, jagged scar that runs down her left cheek.
The woman - who you assume must be the original Dash - is deep in conversation with the three tutors. You look around, but are not too surprised to see that the others don't seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.
You turn your attention back to the podium, suddenly struck by the intense desire to go up and speak to the one you came from.