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A Slim Silver Lining
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Posted on July 13, 2015 at 09:04:54 AM by NiM

((Hello, hope this is okay. Nim doesn't know anything about hunting, but she would probably be happy to get out of the castle. I only recently started having plans for her, mostly political ambitions because she's an idealist and wants to effect change. I'm not a terribly quick poster, either.))

Although Nim was trying her best to be politically savvy she felt like a bizarre creature worth an acre in a zoo at court. Perhaps the modern world had ruined her for life among fairies. With a self-conscious gesture of her hands Nim straightened her dove gray dress for the hundredth time. It was not as flowing as her normal sort, formal wear with a soft green ribbon crisscrossed down the back, the skirt flaring at her hips, just slightly too long so that the hem hid her feet since she couldn't bring herself to wear shoes. Shoes had been the bane of Earth, she might respond if she'd had any friends to question her choice.

It was odd for Nim to be spending a Sunday morning at the castle, but she had listened to a debate arranged by two more advanced students late into the night and with her mind spinning its cartwheels, following each side of such complex issues, Nim had asked the steward for a guest room. It was simple enough, since she was as yet unknown, but it served to unwind, lay her head down and sleep away the worst of the worries. There was nothing she could do to solve such troubles yet. That irked the idealistic woman who couldn't quite call herself young or old. She wasn't sure how long she'd had eternal youth now that it was no longer active due to some magic eating creature. Yet another problem. Nim at least looked to be a woman in her early twenties, an easy sort to see having such idealistic fantasies.

Nim should have left the castle already, perhaps to hole up in a study room at the Academy, but she wanted to see the library. She wasn't used to the idea that not everyone was literate. Living in Canada in the twenty-first century she had been surrounded by those offered an education by the society present. Of course that society vilified and mocked magic, forcing Nim to suppress her true identity. Nim shuddered. This was a path she would not go down again. When one door closed...

As she headed to the library, given directions by a doorman who had drawn a rough map, unable or unwilling to describe the winding path she would need to take, Nim moved at a brisk pace with her head down over the scribbles. Auburn hair fluttered, still cut short, unflattering, hazel eyes narrowed at the confusing lines. Not looking where she was going Nim collided brusquely with another person, jarring herself back several steps.

"Oh by Caspian's goodness!" Nim exclaimed. He was a lesser known original, but Nim felt easier with exclamations towards him rather than those still alive on Shaman. He was also a subtle tie to home, as she still thought of Earth inadvertently. "I am so sorry," she enunciated clearly, slowing down as she was aware she occasionally spoke too fast, eyes flickering between the person she had run into and the floor. Never would she live this down at court. Nim just hoped it wasn't someone that would jail her for a long time, or worse. Nim had a serious gaze and wished she could find it in herself to somehow lighten the matter with a joke or an easy word. It had been too long since there had been anything that light in Nim's life, however.


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