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Sia had been trying to study. Normally she was very good at staying focused, too. It was just that today, anytime she started to get anywhere, she'd hear an impatient throat-clearing noise that seemed to be coming from the strange sprig of green... thing that had appeared on the ceiling today.

"Hem, hem," it said.

"In case it's escaped your notice, I'm ignoring you," Sia said, not even looking up from her notebook, though she did wonder how she got to the point where she would reply to talking plants on her ceiling and not react.

[I will never not love the pushy mistletoe. Open door, open post.]

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!]

Sia was trying to put away laundry. Trying was the operative word here, as it seemed like every time she tried to hang something up, there'd be a knock at the door, and she was really annoyed by now.

"Candygram," the person on the other side of the door said one time.

"Singing telegram," they said another time.

"Flower delivery," they said this time.

And just like the first two times, Sia called, "Go away!" without opening the door, because you didn't pull this sort of thing on someone with a danger sense.

[I had to. Door closed due to shark, post can be open.]

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!]

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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