Laverna
Goddess of thieves
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Ferret
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Anya sits on the grey-tiled floor, carefully holding the handle of a green mug. The aroma of her freshly brewed pot of Oolong tea is adrift in the air.
Her silvery phone is within arm’s reach, and the melody of “Swan Lake, Op. 20: Act IV – Finale” by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky plays subtly from its speakers. She enjoys a sip of the warm beverage, which is sweetened with organic honey from her aunt Maria’s honey farm.
Anya’s mind calms down after a dreadful day of training at the Bolshoi Ballet Academy. Her golden ballet bun remains on the crown of her head as she takes a bigger gulp of tea
“This choreography isn’t even the trickiest in the whole performance of Swan Lake, that’s the Odile variant with thirty-eight fouettés.” Anya ponders quietly in her dormitory.
The melodies continue to fill the room, as the sweetest tea vanishes during the reflective moments of life.
“I’m only half Russian and it’s very difficult to keep my position in this intensive ballet workshop”. Anya groans, causing the tea to tremble in the mug.
She discovers her mug is empty. A soft frown spreads… She lifts her arms in a graceful stretch
and the crinkly bag of american candy drifts closer, guided by her fingertips.
”I’m glad that I am taking a break from work at the Acme detective agency, my coworkers assume I’m on vacation in Peru with my aunt Ivy and my six-year-old cousin Zion.” Anya confidently admits as she opens a package of the zesty Sour Ninja Belts.
She slips one of the neon-colored pieces of candy into her mouth. Her face lights up from her enjoyment of the sour treat.
Her thoughtful blue eyes glance around the room, She feels like someone is watching her every move, “Nobody is there, and I'm pretty sure my roommate Alina won’t arrive back until—” she thinks, A loud crash in the hallway interrupts her internal monologue.
Anya stands up in a flash, She gently shoves the bag of candy under the bed.
She leaves her dorm to figure out the commotion. Several ballerinas are crowding the hallway, their baffled expressions telling that they are completely clueless.
Anya realizes she shouldn't ask her fellow dancers about the crash. She is maneuvering through tall young women in many different types of dress.
“Chto sluchilos?” one ballerina mutters to another, “YA ne uveren, chto sluchilos'. Odno iz okon razbito” The other replies in a shaky voice.
Anya quickly turns on her heel, overhears the exchange between the two, and is now dragging her attention in the situation.
“Excuse me, I don't mean to intrude on your private conversation, but I couldn't help but overhear you saying the window was shattered?” Anya interjects.
Her silvery phone is within arm’s reach, and the melody of “Swan Lake, Op. 20: Act IV – Finale” by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky plays subtly from its speakers. She enjoys a sip of the warm beverage, which is sweetened with organic honey from her aunt Maria’s honey farm.
Anya’s mind calms down after a dreadful day of training at the Bolshoi Ballet Academy. Her golden ballet bun remains on the crown of her head as she takes a bigger gulp of tea
“This choreography isn’t even the trickiest in the whole performance of Swan Lake, that’s the Odile variant with thirty-eight fouettés.” Anya ponders quietly in her dormitory.
The melodies continue to fill the room, as the sweetest tea vanishes during the reflective moments of life.
“I’m only half Russian and it’s very difficult to keep my position in this intensive ballet workshop”. Anya groans, causing the tea to tremble in the mug.
She discovers her mug is empty. A soft frown spreads… She lifts her arms in a graceful stretch
and the crinkly bag of american candy drifts closer, guided by her fingertips.
”I’m glad that I am taking a break from work at the Acme detective agency, my coworkers assume I’m on vacation in Peru with my aunt Ivy and my six-year-old cousin Zion.” Anya confidently admits as she opens a package of the zesty Sour Ninja Belts.
She slips one of the neon-colored pieces of candy into her mouth. Her face lights up from her enjoyment of the sour treat.
Her thoughtful blue eyes glance around the room, She feels like someone is watching her every move, “Nobody is there, and I'm pretty sure my roommate Alina won’t arrive back until—” she thinks, A loud crash in the hallway interrupts her internal monologue.
Anya stands up in a flash, She gently shoves the bag of candy under the bed.
She leaves her dorm to figure out the commotion. Several ballerinas are crowding the hallway, their baffled expressions telling that they are completely clueless.
Anya realizes she shouldn't ask her fellow dancers about the crash. She is maneuvering through tall young women in many different types of dress.
“Chto sluchilos?” one ballerina mutters to another, “YA ne uveren, chto sluchilos'. Odno iz okon razbito” The other replies in a shaky voice.
Anya quickly turns on her heel, overhears the exchange between the two, and is now dragging her attention in the situation.
“Excuse me, I don't mean to intrude on your private conversation, but I couldn't help but overhear you saying the window was shattered?” Anya interjects.
