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"What is this, Squire Din?" The woman held a neatly folded piece of paper in her calloused hand, but her eyes were not on it. She stared at the tiefling in front of her, betraying nothing of her thoughts. "My resgination." *:･ﾟ✧ Three days before her eighteenth birthday, Laila Din handed in...

"Politics..." Laila felt like she should care, but she just really didn't. Maybe if she were involved in the process she'd find it more intriguing, but an escort mission? She wasn't excited, but if she wanted to be like her big brother, she'd have to suffer through the shitty assignments like...

Please report to Room J29 for a mission briefing. That was all the message said, leaving Laila to ponder about what it could possibly be as she changed out of her comfy sweats and into the uniform she wore as a squire. "Man, I feel like it's been forever since I've gone on a mission!" Laila...

Laila was equally excited to return to her training and equally dreading it. Shortly after Kalique was assigned as her mentor, Laila had taken a break to finish her academic schooling off-world. So off she'd gone, likely leaving a bad taste in the Knight-Captain's mouth after their tumultuous...

How did a fourteen-year-old end up at some guy's party? Simple. He sent a friend request to her finsta, she accepted because he had more followers than she did (and he was flexing pretty hard on the 'gram), and a week later he advertised a party on his story. 'Parents are gonna be gone so things...

"Yeah, I'm supposed to meet them here. Uhhh, about any time now I think?" The pretty little pink tiefling was seated in the middle of the table, elbows resting on the duraplast while her hands held her NalPhone out in front of her. Two little tieflings started back at her. One was shorter and...

It was barely nine in the morning, but Laila had already been up for two hours. She was exhausted after spending hours traveling, moving in, and getting all manners of paperwork finished, so falling asleep had been a breeze. Staying asleep, however, was a different matter entirely. Her red eyes...

"YOU STAY SAFE NOW! YA HEAR ME BOY? DON'T GO GETTIN' YERSELF INTO TROUBLE!" Ma's shouts of love rang out after Khalid even after her son had disappeared into his ship. Pa's goodbye to his son had been much more- well, Pa. A pat on the back and a reminder to put a ring on it before he put a baby...

Rap! Rap! Rap! Laila slammed her fist against her the doors of her brother's chambers thrice in quick succession. "TAIIIII! ARE YOU IN THERE?" When there wasn't immediately a response, she knocked thrice again — Rap! Rap! Rap! — and called out once more. "TAI C'MON! I WANNA SPAR!" It'd been a...

Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of Laila's fists hitting the leather-wrapped punching bag sounded throughout the empty dojo. The clanging of the interlocked metal links followed as the bag swung back. Thump. Thump. It'd been a minute since she'd last stepped foot in here, but for some reason...

"Okay, these are like, cool and all, but I said I wanted to look at old stuff. You know, the literal actually opposite of what you're showing me?" Laila's tongue lashed out at the middle-aged man who'd just finished a long spiel about the store's latest models in guitars and other instruments...

"Literally, oh my gods, words cannot describe how much I do. not. care." Laila's tongue practically lashed against the screen of her NalPhone, and her perfectly manicured nail hit the screen shortly thereafter as she hung up the call. Her pink lips pushed out into a pout, and she let out an...

"Sorry. Can't." Laila rolled over on her bed and looked up at the pink chiffon canopy that drapped over her bed. She held her NalPhone in one hand, pressing it against her left ear while her right hand lazily twirled a strand of her hair around her index finger. "My older sister is coming to...