CELESTE
"What is the appropriate mode of transportation for a runaway princess?"
I stared at the question, thinking hard. It could either be a fish... though those were usually used on questing princes... a swan? No... that wasn't it. Not a pumpkin, those were for servants... I bit the end of my quill, and bits of feather came off into my mouth.
"Blasted thing..." I muttered. "I should have gotten some of those dragon- hide pens... That's it!" I quickly filled in the empty line below the test question to read "a dragon".
I was taking my final exams at Godmother Academy. If I passed, I would receive a Swans degree, which would help me get a job as a nice fairy godmother, the sort that helps queens find an enchanted prince for their daughters to marry, helps servants win the hand of the prince, and gives deserving women children, whether of their own, or ones brought by a swan, a flower, a breadbasket, and so on.
"What sort of child should you give a poor couple who long for children, and why?" the next question read. That was easy. I dipped my quill into a small pot of ink, and wrote "A child the size of ones thumb, so he or she will not eat much food, thereby keeping the couple out of bankruptcy."
I glanced down the page. There were five questions left. I filled them all out with relative ease, then set the paper aside. I pulled out a sketchbook and started designing ball gowns until the time allotted for the test was up. I kept the book out of sight, so the teacher wouldn't see, I didn't think she would be pleased if I was doing anything other than idly sitting once my test was done.
"Put your writing utensils down." drawled Madam Snowlake, the teacher. "Why can't she just call them all quills or pens or something?" I thought. It wasn't really a question, however --- Madam Snowlake was a stickler for correctness. "Pass your test papers up to me please." she continued briskly, her bright blue eyes glaring through her sparkly pink rectangular spectacles. Her graying hair was piled on top of her head, and her long pink dress enhanced her slimness.
We passed the papers up. "You are dismissed. You will receive your test scores tomorrow." Madam Snowlake snapped. We left quickly. She always got irritable at the end of a class, and none of us wanted to deal with her when she was irritable.
"What is the appropriate mode of transportation for a runaway princess?"
I stared at the question, thinking hard. It could either be a fish... though those were usually used on questing princes... a swan? No... that wasn't it. Not a pumpkin, those were for servants... I bit the end of my quill, and bits of feather came off into my mouth.
"Blasted thing..." I muttered. "I should have gotten some of those dragon- hide pens... That's it!" I quickly filled in the empty line below the test question to read "a dragon".
I was taking my final exams at Godmother Academy. If I passed, I would receive a Swans degree, which would help me get a job as a nice fairy godmother, the sort that helps queens find an enchanted prince for their daughters to marry, helps servants win the hand of the prince, and gives deserving women children, whether of their own, or ones brought by a swan, a flower, a breadbasket, and so on.
"What sort of child should you give a poor couple who long for children, and why?" the next question read. That was easy. I dipped my quill into a small pot of ink, and wrote "A child the size of ones thumb, so he or she will not eat much food, thereby keeping the couple out of bankruptcy."
I glanced down the page. There were five questions left. I filled them all out with relative ease, then set the paper aside. I pulled out a sketchbook and started designing ball gowns until the time allotted for the test was up. I kept the book out of sight, so the teacher wouldn't see, I didn't think she would be pleased if I was doing anything other than idly sitting once my test was done.
"Put your writing utensils down." drawled Madam Snowlake, the teacher. "Why can't she just call them all quills or pens or something?" I thought. It wasn't really a question, however --- Madam Snowlake was a stickler for correctness. "Pass your test papers up to me please." she continued briskly, her bright blue eyes glaring through her sparkly pink rectangular spectacles. Her graying hair was piled on top of her head, and her long pink dress enhanced her slimness.
We passed the papers up. "You are dismissed. You will receive your test scores tomorrow." Madam Snowlake snapped. We left quickly. She always got irritable at the end of a class, and none of us wanted to deal with her when she was irritable.