Recap: The winglet was in the underground cave, where Nova revealed she's an animus.
The moment was interrupted by the door creaking open, and a Seawing stuck their head in. There was a lot of noise behind him, and she wondered what was going on. He looked familiar. Oh wait, it's the Seawing I stood up for a few days ago! She quickly realized. He seemed to have realized this too, because he grinned at Nova, but recognized Serval, and cried out. "You!" Serval turned around, and he winced. "Uh...hi?" Nova saved him from an awkward moment by flying to the door. "Um hi, I'm Nova, and I was just wondering is something going on?" The Seawing smiled and said, "I'm Oyster, and there isn't really anything going on. Unless you count everyone heading to their first class." Nova nodded, "Thanks." She exited the room, and the rest of the winglet followed her. Oyster called out, "Hey Nova, thanks for standing up for me on our first day!" He glared at Serval as he said this, and Serval glared back. Oyster recoiled, and disappeared into the current of students. Everest said, "We have to go to history, and then we can head to music, art, or the prey center, and then lunch, and then two more classes depending on what we chose before lunch." The others droned, "We know." They tried shoving through the crowd, but Nova had trouble, and was left behind. She looked around, but everyone else in the hallway was taller and bigger than her, so she couldn't see anything. She heard a familiar voice tease, "How's the weather down there, shorty?" Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up. She looked down and saw Serval seating her on his shoulders. He looked up and smiled at her. She playfully hit him. "Oh, be quiet Serval, I'm not that short." Serval laughed, "Sure, keep telling yourself that." They walked her to history, and she got down. "Thanks." she grinned. The rest of the winglet had already arrived. The history teacher, an older Seawing named Webs, looked impatiently at them. "You're late." Oyster, who happened to be in the same class, blurted, "No, they're not. They still have a minute." And with that, the two sat down. Webs sighed, "Very well. Let's get started, shall we?"
Damn they're cute. By the way, I can keep doing recaps if you want. Just let me know :)
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The Sands of Time
FanfictionNova was not like other Nightwings. She didn't think she was superior to the other tribes. Nor did she want to be intimidating. She just wanted to be herself! Sadly, the other Nightwings hated her for this. And hiding a secret like Nova's isn't help...
