 Horses Forever! l l Writer for Life l Yearbook alumnus
Natka walked out into the student garden, immediately spotting some students already there, and a bright pink bench that just threw itself at her... but no teacher to cover at least a small part of its... pinkness.
Not that she didn't like the colour, but she really did prefer a delicate, pastel tone to the bright there-can-be-absolutely-no-doubt-I-am-PINK hue of this particular bench.
"Hello, Professor," Natka said, looking around for a free seat.
She noticed one of the wooden benches off to the side that was empty and turning so that she didn't have the pinkness distracting her from fiding her quill, Natka dug up some parchment and placed it on her lap, ready to begin.
She wondered what they'd be learning about today - and would the plants they studied be pink, too?
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