(I still don't have time, will finish soon)
Kye sat down in front of the blazing pink fire. She had just learned to make it and was testing the warmth. Pink fire repelled Garmye dæmons. "Kye, I would like to talk to you," Gorell, the headmaster, said in a flaky voice.
"Yes Sir, I shall be done soon," she replied, exhaustion welling up in her throat. The incantation for Layi Dwayim was long and painful. It consisted of many samples of Tayri feathers. But soon Kye would learn to do it in a single click of her fingers.
"I'd prefer to speak now," he said more forceful than before. She looked at him with surprise. He raised his eyebrow, meaning, Is there something more important than a headmaster's affairs? Kye stood up, the pink fire fizzling. "As I thought," he said half to himself. Gorell led the way down the dark passages to his study. Sweat dripped down Kye’s forehead. Kye put on a mask of boredom. The headmaster was a Yorek dæmon. He could shape himself into any form. But with a single drop of water, he would become his true scaly form. The door to the headmaster's office opened obediently as Gorell spread his webbed palms. The office table was pale wood and most of the furniture was moving. The headmaster sat down in his khaki chair. Kye sat opposite to him. "Are you wondering why you have been asked to talk to me?" Gorell said raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I don't get it though. What did I do?" she replied.
“Not you, your brother,”
“Jeshi? What did he do this time?”
“He went to the Weeping Sea,”
Jeshi sat awaiting his sister’s yelling spree, but it never came. She just sat silently with a look of sympathy on her face.
