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Sia usually had no problem at all with focusing, no matter what she was trying to focus on. Today is was really, really a problem.

It had started with a message from home that she'd had to pause and put aside for later because she found herself concentrating more on the Imperial Knight sending it rather than the message he was sending. That just struck her as inappropriate. And when she'd decided that she didn't like the feeling of being this keyed up for no reason, she'd spent longer than she wanted to admit in the salle, only for it to not make any real difference.

At that point (and after a shower that was a bit colder than she was used to) she'd become determined to at least get through her homework, because this was officially ridiculous and surely she could keep her focus for more than five minutes.

[She should not be able to do that, no. Door/post open!]

Sia was trying to do some homework.

What she was mostly doing instead was keeping an eye on Vitor, who was really determined to play with the tiger laying on the floor next to Sia's bed. He'd spent yesterday being really confused about what to do with Adrastos, but now he had decided he'd made a new friend.

"You should put a stop to this," Adrastos said finally.

"This is what you get for critiquing me in the salle," Sia replied, looking back to her work.

[Door and post open!]

Just like any other day, you could find Sia sitting on her bed, checking her messages and trying not to be really irritated that she still hadn't heard anything back from home.

Unlike every other day, there was a puppy who really, really wanted to show his appreciation for her releasing him from that ball, by the way he kept jumping into her lap and trying to get high enough to lick her face. It'd be really annoying except that the tiny little yips and all the tail-wagging was pretty cute.

Okay, fine, the messages might have to wait just because the puppy wouldn't let it be any other way.

[Door and post open, some SP for work!]

It'd taken a while for Sia to realize there was anything going on, just because, well, she wasn't in the habit of licking herself. And then at some point between class and now, she'd bit her lip unthinkingly and now she was annoying herself in trying to figure out what that taste was.

She dropped her things on her bed, stopping to lick her lips again. Yeah, she was pretty sure she was champagne-flavored today. Minus the alcohol content.

[Princesses get to taste fancy. Door and post open!]

If you wanted to put Sia in a good mood, apparently all you had to do was remove a false sister who'd been supposedly perfect and who was insistent that she could do Sia's future job better than she could and it had just been a long weekend. And having Leo gone made for a happy real Imperial princess this morning.

She did have to spend this afternoon doing some work, though, at least after washing off any paint left over from class. Namely removing the influences of Leo from the room. She'd done a lot of reorganizing of Sia's things, claiming that she had OCD ~~without actually knowing any real symptoms of the condition, of course~~, and somehow adding her own taste in decorations. They were of course usually pink and glittery, including a lava lamp that Sia was amazed hadn't been used as a weapon over the last couple days. If it was pink and glittery, it was getting tossed... unless for some reason Juliet wanted it.

The door was open, and this was probably the best mood she'd been in since she got here.

[Work-related SP as usual, but open!]

Since she'd been out of contact for a bit, Sia had decided that she would send a message home today. She wasn't doing very well with it, frowning at her datapad and having only decided what not to say. She wouldn't include anything about what had happened this past week. It wasn't that she wanted to stay here when she could be doing other things back there, but she didn't want anyone trying to pull her from school based on something that hadn't really happened.

Except that it had and she remembered it all too well.

There was a lot to think about today. The fact that last week had felt a lot like a condensed, very pink version of what she dealt with back home, being exposed to more violence than she was used to, getting a dose of what might happen to her if she was ever caught, not to mention having nearly three days of mortality under her belt at fifteen... No one said they were particularly good thoughts. Perhaps she would tell Elke at least what had happened, eventually, but not until she'd had a chance to work through it.

[Door and post open! SP while at work but I'm totally awake now and I want aftermath, dammit.]

Despite being an only child who'd never really had to share her things in her life, Sia was pretty considerate when it came to sharing a space. So with Juliet away, it was nice to have the room to herself on a day off, to relax and listen to music from home just slightly loudly with the door open...

...and to go over datapads telling her what was going on back home because the proverbial apple had not fallen far from the proverbial tree even if said apple was a few generations removed. It was better to stay as informed as possible when she was presumably going to end up in leading things back home, and that was what she was going to keep telling herself since it was a better reason in her mind than "Sometimes I worry."

[Expecting one, but door and post open before that!]

Back home, Sia was used to hiding, to doing things in ways that would allow her to go unseen and unrecognized. So she was perfectly aware now that she wouldn't always be able to hear from her father as much as she might like, because safety had to be a priority- for her as well as him- and there were times it just wouldn't be easy to make a call depending on where you were or the likelihood of the transmission being intercepted.

It did mean that she was happy to receive her first message from Roan of any real substance today. She'd heard from him not long after she arrived, and sent messages to him to let her know how she was doing, but now she could hear about things on his end and know he was safe, and it didn't take much more than that to please her some days.

Having played the message twice, she now sat down at her desk to read her datapad and try and figure out exactly what was going on in the area. It never hurt to be informed. Just the opposite, in fact.

[Open door, open post!]

Sia had been here all of a couple weeks, and she'd been woefully underprepared for the idea that she might turn into a pony. That, believe it or not, had not made it into the brochure.

And yet here she was, a white pony that still had streaks in her hair- er, mane- standing in her dorm room on all four legs, staring at herself in the mirror and being slightly less convinced with every passing second that she had to be imagining this. Maybe after a few weekends like this, she might get used to the idea enough to remember that at least she was still pretty (for a horse) and go with it.

[Omg, I have never needed ice cream more in my life, but door and post are open!]

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