"stella's half-sister is a specialist, she graduated."
"whoa, really?"
"yeah, she's a few months older. she's also an air fairy so... it's wild but she was raised by the knox family."
"if you're done gossiping, i'll have you know that she's actually...
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SAWYER OF SOLARIA wasn't too fond of the light, despite being one of the princesses of the Kingdom of Light. She kept the curtains in her room drawn shut most of the time she was in there. Sawyer could feel her magic thrum under her skin as she gripped the handle of her Specialist Sword. The childish part of her thought it would be cool if her sword turned into an off-brand Thor's hammer whilst the mature side told her to get a move on and go train with Eric and Ezra.
She would definitely try out that Thor idea sometime.
Setting the sword down, she pushed off the pile of letters from her mother off of her bed. Christ almighty, Sawyer swore that the pile wasn't that big. She'd get Ezra to burn them all later.
Speak of the Devil, Ezra Knox knocked on her door and walked in afterwards, "Hey, stranger. Are you coming to train or make paper cranes?" She squinted at the pile of letters that were now gathered on the floor near the foot of Sawyer's bed.
"If I knew how to make those, I would've done that by now," Sawyer picked up her sword, gesturing to the pile of letters with it.
Ezra chuckled and walked further into the room, crouching in front of the pile and pulling out one of the letters. Sawyer watched her read it's contents and the Knox glanced at her, "This one isn't your mother's, though."
Sawyer's brow furrowed and Ezra handed her the letter. It had an Alfea stamp on the top of the page beside the usual 'Queen of Solaria' one that made Sawyer want to throw herself off a cliff. Grimacing, she sat back down on the bed and read the letter:
To Sawyer of Solaria,
Ms Knox, I'm sure you're aware of who I am. I would like to personally request you to return to Alfea. You have a flawless record and technique, which makes you an excellent example for the current Specialists at this school.
I do hope you consider returning. Alfea could use your skills.
Sincerely, Rosalind Hale, Headmistress of Alfea.
Sawyer rolled her eyes, crumpling it and throwing it in the bin. Ezra's eyebrows raised at her, "Not gonna consider it?"
"Nope. It means seeing the bane of my existence," Sawyer stood up, walking past Ezra and out of her room. The fire fairy's brow furrowed before she followed after her, down the stairs and out into the house's back garden.
"She's your sister," Ezra mused to her as she sat down in the garden chair, snapping her fingers. Sparks of flame appeared every time she did so, falling onto the grass below. Sawyer thought back to the last time she did that habit, remembering how she had to shock Ezra's hand in order to prevent her from torching their dorm in Alfea to the ground.
