2
"Kel! Wake up!" Someone was shaking her by the shoulder.
She opened her eyes, confused, and looked straight into the sardonic green stare of Nealan of Queenscove.
"What…" she blinked and looked around.
"Master Ivor keeps staring pointedly at you, my dear girl. If I were you, I would start doing some of the problems he has set instead of drooling on my shoulder." Neal kept his voice low, eyebrows raised pointedly.
She looked around the room, at all the boys sat around, working quietly on slates. She looked down at herself.
"No!"
Her voice was loud in the quiet room. Master Ivor stood up, folding his arms across his orange robes.
"Page Keladry, is there some kind of problem today?" said the Mithran, sternly.
She stared back at him with wide eyes for a moment, before bolting out of her seat, sending her chair flying. Before anyone could move, or stop her, she had made it to the door.