She slipped her other earbud in, and sat back down, leaning against the wall. Picking up her notes and parchment once again, she wielded her pencil, her mighty sword, and eraser, her sturdy shield, wading into the midst of the war we know as homework.
That has got to be the stupidest/most confusing metaphor I've ever written.
Rereading the question and skimming through her notes, she tuned out the other students, returning to the world of potions and everything associated with it. Maybe this time, when she would reread her notes, she would finally find the answer she'd been looking for...
Ami has left the thread.
she's got that whole purpose-driven warrior-princess save-the-world type of vibe
STA: 7 | AGI: 6 | STR: 12 | CTL: 10