A/N: Oh, by the way, this may be a little late, but this is dedicated to
the real Mary and Olivia. I love you guys!!!
A/N: * makes a whole lot of happy noise * thank you sooooo much to my spiffy to the spiffiest extreme of spiffy first reviewer Mistress of Magic3!!!!!!!! You are sooooo spiffy. And to you other less spiffy readers who have NOT reviewed yet, here is your chance to be all the spiffy you can be, in the spiffy sheep army!!! Sorry, I am right now psychotic, because I have consumed a large amount of hot cocoa powder (not hot cocoa, just the powder.* bounce, bounce * @_@
Olivia was in the principal's office for a short "Introduction" She droned and droned, Olivia was dreaming about her, William Saomka, back home. She remembered when she had kissed him first, how her lips had tingled, how his face had blushed, how she had longed to touch the fur of his still-changing daemon, Sakia, but the taboo had prevented her. Then reality came back to her, and she heard something about "parties, twice a month, in fact, there is one tommarow." She was handed the information packet and then left.
"Oh-Livia" cried a saccharine sweet voice. Olivia turned around to face a tall girl with her chestnut hair sat in elaborate curls and her face looking like she had never seen a ray of sunlight. She wore a beautiful velvet red dress with lovely gold stitching, and red lipstick and pale blush. Her daemon was a French poodle, head held high, eyes haughty.
"Who are you?" Olivia said, genuinely curious. They girl held her haughty head high and said
"My name is Margaretta Rose Peddington, and I am the daughter of the richest man in the town. And, let me guess" Her eyes went to the ceiling.
"You are Olivia Silvertongue." She laughed, but it did not reach her cold gray eyes. Her voice went to a whisper and she hissed
"Ha. Olivia Silvertongue." She mimicked "You are nothing special, so stop trying to be something. I demand that for the dance tonight, you wear a simple dress and don't try to look good." She tossed her hair over her shoulders and said loudly and simpering
"I, Margaretta Rose must be the Belle of the Ball." Her voice softened to a hissing whisper again
"Oh. And you better not bring your silly little school-friend Anya, either. Little freak. Witch queen, my foot." And with that, the girl sauntered away, her daemon at her heels.
At the last second, the poodle turned around and snarled. Paleem leapt at him in wild cat form, huge claws scraping the daemon's fur, changing as fast as he could, into a bear, swiping at the tiny poodle. Margaretta's entourage joined into the fight, and so it was a poodle, peacock, kitten, and two big, huge, hyena daemons, against one ever-changing animal. Margaretta was screaming, as was Olivia. The girls in the hall were watching, stunned, until Anya swept down the corridors. Her panther daemon, Ekaen'pa, leapt on Paleem and dragged him back gently, as Paleem changed into a panther cub, looking remorseful. The poodle had his red bow torn off, his fur ripped, and bright blood on his ear. Paleem was almost worse off, back in his cat form, fur ragged, ears bitten, and eyes wild. He changed into a tiny, cowering dog. Olivia picked him up and cuddled him, and he relaxed, changing into a cat once again.
A/N: * makes a whole lot of happy noise * thank you sooooo much to my spiffy to the spiffiest extreme of spiffy first reviewer Mistress of Magic3!!!!!!!! You are sooooo spiffy. And to you other less spiffy readers who have NOT reviewed yet, here is your chance to be all the spiffy you can be, in the spiffy sheep army!!! Sorry, I am right now psychotic, because I have consumed a large amount of hot cocoa powder (not hot cocoa, just the powder.* bounce, bounce * @_@
Olivia was in the principal's office for a short "Introduction" She droned and droned, Olivia was dreaming about her, William Saomka, back home. She remembered when she had kissed him first, how her lips had tingled, how his face had blushed, how she had longed to touch the fur of his still-changing daemon, Sakia, but the taboo had prevented her. Then reality came back to her, and she heard something about "parties, twice a month, in fact, there is one tommarow." She was handed the information packet and then left.
"Oh-Livia" cried a saccharine sweet voice. Olivia turned around to face a tall girl with her chestnut hair sat in elaborate curls and her face looking like she had never seen a ray of sunlight. She wore a beautiful velvet red dress with lovely gold stitching, and red lipstick and pale blush. Her daemon was a French poodle, head held high, eyes haughty.
"Who are you?" Olivia said, genuinely curious. They girl held her haughty head high and said
"My name is Margaretta Rose Peddington, and I am the daughter of the richest man in the town. And, let me guess" Her eyes went to the ceiling.
"You are Olivia Silvertongue." She laughed, but it did not reach her cold gray eyes. Her voice went to a whisper and she hissed
"Ha. Olivia Silvertongue." She mimicked "You are nothing special, so stop trying to be something. I demand that for the dance tonight, you wear a simple dress and don't try to look good." She tossed her hair over her shoulders and said loudly and simpering
"I, Margaretta Rose must be the Belle of the Ball." Her voice softened to a hissing whisper again
"Oh. And you better not bring your silly little school-friend Anya, either. Little freak. Witch queen, my foot." And with that, the girl sauntered away, her daemon at her heels.
At the last second, the poodle turned around and snarled. Paleem leapt at him in wild cat form, huge claws scraping the daemon's fur, changing as fast as he could, into a bear, swiping at the tiny poodle. Margaretta's entourage joined into the fight, and so it was a poodle, peacock, kitten, and two big, huge, hyena daemons, against one ever-changing animal. Margaretta was screaming, as was Olivia. The girls in the hall were watching, stunned, until Anya swept down the corridors. Her panther daemon, Ekaen'pa, leapt on Paleem and dragged him back gently, as Paleem changed into a panther cub, looking remorseful. The poodle had his red bow torn off, his fur ripped, and bright blood on his ear. Paleem was almost worse off, back in his cat form, fur ragged, ears bitten, and eyes wild. He changed into a tiny, cowering dog. Olivia picked him up and cuddled him, and he relaxed, changing into a cat once again.