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SARONA GAYLE
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STATUS: Student, age 16, 11th Grade

ACCOLADES: Honors Society, Advanced Runic Courses, Fluent in English, French, and Japanese, member of Global Betterment of Society Coalition, can inscribe the primary Inscriptions with eyes closed

BIO: I'm good at what I do and want to learn how to be even better. Knowledge is never a crutch, only a pathway to improve one's self. If you don't believe in hard work, you're not worth my time. I only intend to leave the world after doing something worthwhile with my life. Will you? Also enjoy running, gardening, and hobby golem-making.

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"I guess not having organs comes in handy sometimes, but geez Slim, take a nap more often." Snorting, Sarona shakes her head as they move out into the chilly air. It perks her up, shaking some of her own tiredness from her shoulders.

She moves quickly, knowing he'll keep up considering he's taller than she is even in her heels and for a guy with a limp he's no slowpoke.

"But that just means I need to be on your ass more and make sure you're taking better care of yourself."

Says the girl who thinks sleep is a suggestion for a living body.

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He scoffs.

"I'll sleep when I'm double dead!" He declares, joking along. "Besides, I rest all day. The night is my oyster! Or however that saying goes."

She's right. He does keep up. In some ways it's nice, like a small bit of faith in his abilities, even if just to walk along. Of course, then she turns that thought on its head. He grins wry.

"Psh, I've already got a posse of worry warts. Look, I'm even getting a major problem fixed right now! Self care." He waves a hand. "And what about you? Who's looking after you, huh?"

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"I think it says a lot more about you than it does me that you have so many people worrying about you," Sarona points out, completely sidestepping the question he'd just asked her. Because it's never about her right now, so she'll keep it completely on the real topic at hand.

She pushes open the door to Aube enjoying the warmth of the inside of the building versus the cold outside. "Come on, I'm down the hall."

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He squints a little at that side-step. Also because it's difficult to argue that point even if he really, really wants to. (He never did entirely mature past twenty-three.)

"Still! I'm getting this covered! I've got it! I've got this."

He slips in through the door, following.

"But seriously, how have you been doing lately?"

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"Who do you think you're asking?" she asks with a roll of her eyes, but it's fond because she knows that Héctor does care. "I'm not one of the people constantly getting into trouble around here."

She adjusts the stack of books and notes in her arms so she can get her key out. "Works in my favor really. I don't get the looks I used to for my research."

By which she means that with so many people out there getting into trouble and needing looking after, she doesn't have to deal with people getting on her about how late she stays at the library or questioning her when she's maybe doing things she shouldn't with the campus golems. Research.

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"Hey! All the more reason to ask, right?" He says with a grin. "You're not hogging the terrible nightmare spotlight."

And if she does have anything going on, things might just be quiet enough they could be missed. And, liking Sarona, he wouldn't want her left under the bus.

"While I'm glad people aren't giving you flack anymore, I do kind of hope I can join you in the quiet corner soon. That would be nice."