The rain was pouring down making puddles that mirrored one's reflections in a grotesque way, so one would be disgusted at one's own disguised appearance. Sighing, Lady Sandrilene attempted to ignore her puddle reflection, tucking one of her escaping locks behind her ears she continued walking briskly towards the palace attempting to avoid curious onlookers, who were wondering why a noble was trudging through the rain with mud on her lace petticoats.
Lifting up her dress she muttered "Stupid petticoats!"
Finally she reached the warmth of her uncle's palace and to her utter surprise she found her student Pasco Acalon there waiting for her. Seeing her arrival he immediately started jumping up and down like an over-excited bunny rabbit and shouting incomprehensible words that resemble some sort of exotic animal.
"Calm down immediately and actually tell me what you are trying to express other than you are crazy and need to go to a mental asylum!" ordered Sandry in a superior tone she used when she wished others to know she was of noble birth.
Panting slightly Pasco indignantly said, "I told you just then while I was jumping!"
"Tell me now!"
"Fine, there's this strange woman sitting on your precious gold cushion and she brought this great big dog with her and the dog ruined your new carpet at discipline. Don't blame me, I tried to stop them but she threatened to kill me with lightning bolts!"
Attempting to hide her excitement Sandry calmly said, "Are you coming with me, Pasco?"
Retaliating Pasco practically shouted, "Aren't you going to shout at her for ruining your carpet? Because you shouted for about an hour when I stepped on it with dirty shoes and your cushions, they …"
"Are you coming, Pasco?"
"Fine," he snapped.
Pouting for the rest of the journey Pasco was muttering nearly inaudible sentences and Sandry heard "well don't ask me to wash the carpet then!" that were drowned further by the heavy rain. Sniggering under her breath, she saw the familiar cottage come into sight.
"Could it really be Tris?" she thought. Her moody saaki had been gone for nearly four years and she chose to greet her on a day like this with her dress and petticoat covered in mud and her hair wet and tangled from the pouring rain and with an extremely grumpy student who was currently threatening to ruin every single cushion. But, then again that was typical Tris.
Gently she pushed the door open (it was creaking slightly) and even from the doorway with an addition of the renewed source of rain she could clearly hear what Tris was whinging about.
"Yep, that definitely is Tris!" She muttered to herself.
Sneaking up to Tris, who was giving a sober lecture to Little Bear on etiquette, Sandry quickly wrapped her arms around Tris. Turning around slowly, the redhead stared at her attacker blankly for a few seconds, then realizing who she was Tris squealed with delight, "Sandry!"
Pasco snorted at the sudden burst of emotion from his teacher and from this abnormal lady who was apparently named Tris.