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It probably never seemed that way, but Evangelina tackled her problems one at a time. She set priorities, worked towards a goal, achieved it, moved on to the next goal. Everything she’d achieved in her life was achieved through a well thought out plan, proper action, and knowing exactly what her priorities were. She tackled everything like she was jumping a horse over a fence. She looked up at the obstacle, counted her strides, and then flew over it only to be looking at where she wanted to go next. There wasn’t room in her plans to get side tracked or lose focus. She didn’t cut corners to things she wanted and that was the exact opposite of Anastasia.
In Evangelina’s mind, sneaking over a wall at the Schelio was a perfect example of a poorly tackled desire. If the bard had wanted to attend classes there would be other ways to achieve it. She could have tutored until she’d saved up the coins to attend or better yet found a patron. There was always someone around who wanted the notoriety of being a patron of the arts. With her beauty and wit, it wouldn’t have been too much of a challenge to score herself an influential person to assist her. Instead, her decision was not as well thought out. It was the actions of a spur of the moment want rather than a long desired need.
Her dark eyes slanted sideways as the bard shrugged at Evangelina’s observation seeming a bit miffed at what she’d said. The nonchalant shrug and her reply sealed it that Evangelina had hit a rather raw note with the bard. Good. Sometimes someone needed to point things like that out in order for a bit of self awareness to happen. No one wanted to be told those things, but it did make you think after you were told. There would be a shade of doubt in the woman’s mind and perhaps it’d produce a bit more forethought.
‘I don't think my wants are so complicated as to be obscured to me,’ Evangelina settled into a seat and began to rummage in her satchel for a parchment pad and charcoal and effectively ignoring the miffed bard. ‘Isn't there meant to be an instructor here and some sort of lesson to be learned?’
“Yes. But when one is the student and one is the instructor, it’s not the students' place to question the actions of the instructor.” Using the charcoal, she doodled in the corner of one of her parchment. It wasn’t anything gloriously artistic just a box with cross hatches. Letting silence filter in for the two of them, she feigned an interest in the doodle but kept an eye on the bard out of the corner of her eye.
A small, round man who was balding up top sat down next to the bard. His hairline seemed to be receding and he wore an almost jovial expression on his face. Evangelina smiled faintly at him before glancing at the bard as the man nudged Anastasia with a pudgy elbow, "You’re new to this class… that must be exciting." Dipping her head, to keep from snickering she knew that Lord Basil’s pronunciation of the letter ‘s’ often caused him to spit with his lisp.
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It probably never seemed that way, but Evangelina tackled her problems one at a time. She set priorities, worked towards a goal, achieved it, moved on to the next goal. Everything she’d achieved in her life was achieved through a well thought out plan, proper action, and knowing exactly what her priorities were. She tackled everything like she was jumping a horse over a fence. She looked up at the obstacle, counted her strides, and then flew over it only to be looking at where she wanted to go next. There wasn’t room in her plans to get side tracked or lose focus. She didn’t cut corners to things she wanted and that was the exact opposite of Anastasia.
In Evangelina’s mind, sneaking over a wall at the Schelio was a perfect example of a poorly tackled desire. If the bard had wanted to attend classes there would be other ways to achieve it. She could have tutored until she’d saved up the coins to attend or better yet found a patron. There was always someone around who wanted the notoriety of being a patron of the arts. With her beauty and wit, it wouldn’t have been too much of a challenge to score herself an influential person to assist her. Instead, her decision was not as well thought out. It was the actions of a spur of the moment want rather than a long desired need.
Her dark eyes slanted sideways as the bard shrugged at Evangelina’s observation seeming a bit miffed at what she’d said. The nonchalant shrug and her reply sealed it that Evangelina had hit a rather raw note with the bard. Good. Sometimes someone needed to point things like that out in order for a bit of self awareness to happen. No one wanted to be told those things, but it did make you think after you were told. There would be a shade of doubt in the woman’s mind and perhaps it’d produce a bit more forethought.
‘I don't think my wants are so complicated as to be obscured to me,’ Evangelina settled into a seat and began to rummage in her satchel for a parchment pad and charcoal and effectively ignoring the miffed bard. ‘Isn't there meant to be an instructor here and some sort of lesson to be learned?’
“Yes. But when one is the student and one is the instructor, it’s not the students' place to question the actions of the instructor.” Using the charcoal, she doodled in the corner of one of her parchment. It wasn’t anything gloriously artistic just a box with cross hatches. Letting silence filter in for the two of them, she feigned an interest in the doodle but kept an eye on the bard out of the corner of her eye.
A small, round man who was balding up top sat down next to the bard. His hairline seemed to be receding and he wore an almost jovial expression on his face. Evangelina smiled faintly at him before glancing at the bard as the man nudged Anastasia with a pudgy elbow, "You’re new to this class… that must be exciting." Dipping her head, to keep from snickering she knew that Lord Basil’s pronunciation of the letter ‘s’ often caused him to spit with his lisp.
It probably never seemed that way, but Evangelina tackled her problems one at a time. She set priorities, worked towards a goal, achieved it, moved on to the next goal. Everything she’d achieved in her life was achieved through a well thought out plan, proper action, and knowing exactly what her priorities were. She tackled everything like she was jumping a horse over a fence. She looked up at the obstacle, counted her strides, and then flew over it only to be looking at where she wanted to go next. There wasn’t room in her plans to get side tracked or lose focus. She didn’t cut corners to things she wanted and that was the exact opposite of Anastasia.
In Evangelina’s mind, sneaking over a wall at the Schelio was a perfect example of a poorly tackled desire. If the bard had wanted to attend classes there would be other ways to achieve it. She could have tutored until she’d saved up the coins to attend or better yet found a patron. There was always someone around who wanted the notoriety of being a patron of the arts. With her beauty and wit, it wouldn’t have been too much of a challenge to score herself an influential person to assist her. Instead, her decision was not as well thought out. It was the actions of a spur of the moment want rather than a long desired need.
Her dark eyes slanted sideways as the bard shrugged at Evangelina’s observation seeming a bit miffed at what she’d said. The nonchalant shrug and her reply sealed it that Evangelina had hit a rather raw note with the bard. Good. Sometimes someone needed to point things like that out in order for a bit of self awareness to happen. No one wanted to be told those things, but it did make you think after you were told. There would be a shade of doubt in the woman’s mind and perhaps it’d produce a bit more forethought.
‘I don't think my wants are so complicated as to be obscured to me,’ Evangelina settled into a seat and began to rummage in her satchel for a parchment pad and charcoal and effectively ignoring the miffed bard. ‘Isn't there meant to be an instructor here and some sort of lesson to be learned?’
“Yes. But when one is the student and one is the instructor, it’s not the students' place to question the actions of the instructor.” Using the charcoal, she doodled in the corner of one of her parchment. It wasn’t anything gloriously artistic just a box with cross hatches. Letting silence filter in for the two of them, she feigned an interest in the doodle but kept an eye on the bard out of the corner of her eye.
A small, round man who was balding up top sat down next to the bard. His hairline seemed to be receding and he wore an almost jovial expression on his face. Evangelina smiled faintly at him before glancing at the bard as the man nudged Anastasia with a pudgy elbow, "You’re new to this class… that must be exciting." Dipping her head, to keep from snickering she knew that Lord Basil’s pronunciation of the letter ‘s’ often caused him to spit with his lisp.
Anastasia did as she pleased.
There was never something that was so well-guarded as to be fully obscured from her, and there was no greater thrill than the chase that came with getting it. When Anastasia's nature defied that which was expected of her, she was set free. It worked in the past, and it worked in every subsequent venture. Some day, Anastasia's good fortunes might well come crashing to a violent or tearful end, but in the moment, in the now, she lived her life and reaped the joys that came with being so uninhibited.
It was a somewhat dull experience, waiting in the classroom, rolling her eyes at young men who had their eyes upon her, and listening to Evangelina's little lecture. Questioning actions was something she quite enjoyed. After all, how did one come to understand anything by being quiet and still? Evangelina confused Ana in a lot of ways, from presumably a rather strict attachment to the rules, or the perception of it. Anastasia couldn't pretend to know exactly what lay beneath the surface of that woman's thoughts. She seemed a mystery, even as she was astonished earlier. She'd dulled her reactions well enough since then, and Anastasia was almost... disappointed.
There was joy to be found in the extreme, in the uncontrolled reactions of the human spirit. But, she passed it by, nodding in understanding and letting her gaze fall on the parchment that Evangelina was doodling on. It was feigned, but discernible interest in the matter up until the moment that the balding man stepped into the classroom with a jovial expression set upon his lips. It was an infectious thing, but according to the lovely Evangelina, her reactions needed to be muted and awful. She shrugged noncommittally at the words before she leaned back into her seat.
Being in the professor's 'splash' zone was a terrible inconvenience, but despite the fact that she could feel the spittle settling on her skin, she offered nothing more or less than the relative disinterest that came with her 'persona' of nobility.
"So exciting," she said, bleeding a hint of sarcasm that wasn't missed by the professor. The smile immediately turned to a sort of grimace, and he narrowed his eyes at Anastasia before he asked,
"And who are you, anyway?"
Anastasia worked the muscles in her throat for a moment, allowing herself to regain something she'd lost in her more than half a decade outside of Athenia: her accent. She scoffed as if the question itself was some sort of insult before she said,
"I am a guest of Dynasteia Leventi, visiting from Athenia. I am Calysta of Attia. It is by the good graces of our lady Evangelina that I could join you," she said, offering Evie a wink before wiggling her fingers playfully at the woman. Surely, the reputation of Attia's healers spread even past the borders of Athenia. If the students and professor might've heard of the place, the logic that might've followed was... why did Evangelina have a foreigner from a healer province with her?
"Isn't that right, my lady?"
She flashed her biggest smile between Evangelina and the professor before shifting her position to properly pay attention to the front of the classroom.
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Anastasia did as she pleased.
There was never something that was so well-guarded as to be fully obscured from her, and there was no greater thrill than the chase that came with getting it. When Anastasia's nature defied that which was expected of her, she was set free. It worked in the past, and it worked in every subsequent venture. Some day, Anastasia's good fortunes might well come crashing to a violent or tearful end, but in the moment, in the now, she lived her life and reaped the joys that came with being so uninhibited.
It was a somewhat dull experience, waiting in the classroom, rolling her eyes at young men who had their eyes upon her, and listening to Evangelina's little lecture. Questioning actions was something she quite enjoyed. After all, how did one come to understand anything by being quiet and still? Evangelina confused Ana in a lot of ways, from presumably a rather strict attachment to the rules, or the perception of it. Anastasia couldn't pretend to know exactly what lay beneath the surface of that woman's thoughts. She seemed a mystery, even as she was astonished earlier. She'd dulled her reactions well enough since then, and Anastasia was almost... disappointed.
There was joy to be found in the extreme, in the uncontrolled reactions of the human spirit. But, she passed it by, nodding in understanding and letting her gaze fall on the parchment that Evangelina was doodling on. It was feigned, but discernible interest in the matter up until the moment that the balding man stepped into the classroom with a jovial expression set upon his lips. It was an infectious thing, but according to the lovely Evangelina, her reactions needed to be muted and awful. She shrugged noncommittally at the words before she leaned back into her seat.
Being in the professor's 'splash' zone was a terrible inconvenience, but despite the fact that she could feel the spittle settling on her skin, she offered nothing more or less than the relative disinterest that came with her 'persona' of nobility.
"So exciting," she said, bleeding a hint of sarcasm that wasn't missed by the professor. The smile immediately turned to a sort of grimace, and he narrowed his eyes at Anastasia before he asked,
"And who are you, anyway?"
Anastasia worked the muscles in her throat for a moment, allowing herself to regain something she'd lost in her more than half a decade outside of Athenia: her accent. She scoffed as if the question itself was some sort of insult before she said,
"I am a guest of Dynasteia Leventi, visiting from Athenia. I am Calysta of Attia. It is by the good graces of our lady Evangelina that I could join you," she said, offering Evie a wink before wiggling her fingers playfully at the woman. Surely, the reputation of Attia's healers spread even past the borders of Athenia. If the students and professor might've heard of the place, the logic that might've followed was... why did Evangelina have a foreigner from a healer province with her?
"Isn't that right, my lady?"
She flashed her biggest smile between Evangelina and the professor before shifting her position to properly pay attention to the front of the classroom.
Anastasia did as she pleased.
There was never something that was so well-guarded as to be fully obscured from her, and there was no greater thrill than the chase that came with getting it. When Anastasia's nature defied that which was expected of her, she was set free. It worked in the past, and it worked in every subsequent venture. Some day, Anastasia's good fortunes might well come crashing to a violent or tearful end, but in the moment, in the now, she lived her life and reaped the joys that came with being so uninhibited.
It was a somewhat dull experience, waiting in the classroom, rolling her eyes at young men who had their eyes upon her, and listening to Evangelina's little lecture. Questioning actions was something she quite enjoyed. After all, how did one come to understand anything by being quiet and still? Evangelina confused Ana in a lot of ways, from presumably a rather strict attachment to the rules, or the perception of it. Anastasia couldn't pretend to know exactly what lay beneath the surface of that woman's thoughts. She seemed a mystery, even as she was astonished earlier. She'd dulled her reactions well enough since then, and Anastasia was almost... disappointed.
There was joy to be found in the extreme, in the uncontrolled reactions of the human spirit. But, she passed it by, nodding in understanding and letting her gaze fall on the parchment that Evangelina was doodling on. It was feigned, but discernible interest in the matter up until the moment that the balding man stepped into the classroom with a jovial expression set upon his lips. It was an infectious thing, but according to the lovely Evangelina, her reactions needed to be muted and awful. She shrugged noncommittally at the words before she leaned back into her seat.
Being in the professor's 'splash' zone was a terrible inconvenience, but despite the fact that she could feel the spittle settling on her skin, she offered nothing more or less than the relative disinterest that came with her 'persona' of nobility.
"So exciting," she said, bleeding a hint of sarcasm that wasn't missed by the professor. The smile immediately turned to a sort of grimace, and he narrowed his eyes at Anastasia before he asked,
"And who are you, anyway?"
Anastasia worked the muscles in her throat for a moment, allowing herself to regain something she'd lost in her more than half a decade outside of Athenia: her accent. She scoffed as if the question itself was some sort of insult before she said,
"I am a guest of Dynasteia Leventi, visiting from Athenia. I am Calysta of Attia. It is by the good graces of our lady Evangelina that I could join you," she said, offering Evie a wink before wiggling her fingers playfully at the woman. Surely, the reputation of Attia's healers spread even past the borders of Athenia. If the students and professor might've heard of the place, the logic that might've followed was... why did Evangelina have a foreigner from a healer province with her?
"Isn't that right, my lady?"
She flashed her biggest smile between Evangelina and the professor before shifting her position to properly pay attention to the front of the classroom.
The room had filled up considerably since they’d arrived, Evangelina let the silence settle between them not feeling the need to fill the void with chatter. Instead, she kept herself occupied with anything that kept her from furthering conversation with the duplicitous bard. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the professor approached Anastasia with his usual peculiarity. Keeping her eyes forward upon the canvas, she listened to the conversation that took place between him and the bard.
‘So Exciting.’ The hint of sarcasm in her voice caused a small twitch in her eye. It had been the wrong thing to say to this professor. He might not have appeared to be the sharpest tack in the box but he took his art very seriously in the typical artist fashion. Turning her head just a tiny bit she saw the way he narrowed his suspiciously at the bard. Frowning, there wasn’t anyway for her to kick Anastasia to subtly tell her to just shut up before he asked, ‘And who are you, anyway?’
That small twitch converted into a small throbbing between her head. She should have stayed home today. This was a disaster. She tried to think of a way to distract their professor and get him back up at the front to teaching instead of inspecting the pretty bard too closely.
‘I am a guest of Dynasteia Leventi, visiting from Athenia. I am Calysta of Attia. It is by the good graces of our lady Evangelina that I could join you.’
The pint sized Leventi felt the blood rush out of her face as she slowly craned her head to look at the woman next to her. Blinking at her, she didn’t miss the almost cocky wink. Suddenly, something snapped in her at the audacity to drag not only herself but the name of the family into this. It wouldn’t be hard to find out who was a guest of their family and when they found out that there was no one from Attia staying that was a guest of the family staying… there would be questions.
What happened next wasn’t planned… ‘Isn't that right, my lady?’ The bard prodded her.
Pulling her dark eyes up to the professor, she blinked innocently. “I’ve never seen her before." Perhaps, the bard wasn’t the only one with a duplicitous nature. She was a Leventi after all, she’d lie until she died if it’d save her skin. "I thought she was a pupil of yours.”
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The room had filled up considerably since they’d arrived, Evangelina let the silence settle between them not feeling the need to fill the void with chatter. Instead, she kept herself occupied with anything that kept her from furthering conversation with the duplicitous bard. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the professor approached Anastasia with his usual peculiarity. Keeping her eyes forward upon the canvas, she listened to the conversation that took place between him and the bard.
‘So Exciting.’ The hint of sarcasm in her voice caused a small twitch in her eye. It had been the wrong thing to say to this professor. He might not have appeared to be the sharpest tack in the box but he took his art very seriously in the typical artist fashion. Turning her head just a tiny bit she saw the way he narrowed his suspiciously at the bard. Frowning, there wasn’t anyway for her to kick Anastasia to subtly tell her to just shut up before he asked, ‘And who are you, anyway?’
That small twitch converted into a small throbbing between her head. She should have stayed home today. This was a disaster. She tried to think of a way to distract their professor and get him back up at the front to teaching instead of inspecting the pretty bard too closely.
‘I am a guest of Dynasteia Leventi, visiting from Athenia. I am Calysta of Attia. It is by the good graces of our lady Evangelina that I could join you.’
The pint sized Leventi felt the blood rush out of her face as she slowly craned her head to look at the woman next to her. Blinking at her, she didn’t miss the almost cocky wink. Suddenly, something snapped in her at the audacity to drag not only herself but the name of the family into this. It wouldn’t be hard to find out who was a guest of their family and when they found out that there was no one from Attia staying that was a guest of the family staying… there would be questions.
What happened next wasn’t planned… ‘Isn't that right, my lady?’ The bard prodded her.
Pulling her dark eyes up to the professor, she blinked innocently. “I’ve never seen her before." Perhaps, the bard wasn’t the only one with a duplicitous nature. She was a Leventi after all, she’d lie until she died if it’d save her skin. "I thought she was a pupil of yours.”
The room had filled up considerably since they’d arrived, Evangelina let the silence settle between them not feeling the need to fill the void with chatter. Instead, she kept herself occupied with anything that kept her from furthering conversation with the duplicitous bard. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the professor approached Anastasia with his usual peculiarity. Keeping her eyes forward upon the canvas, she listened to the conversation that took place between him and the bard.
‘So Exciting.’ The hint of sarcasm in her voice caused a small twitch in her eye. It had been the wrong thing to say to this professor. He might not have appeared to be the sharpest tack in the box but he took his art very seriously in the typical artist fashion. Turning her head just a tiny bit she saw the way he narrowed his suspiciously at the bard. Frowning, there wasn’t anyway for her to kick Anastasia to subtly tell her to just shut up before he asked, ‘And who are you, anyway?’
That small twitch converted into a small throbbing between her head. She should have stayed home today. This was a disaster. She tried to think of a way to distract their professor and get him back up at the front to teaching instead of inspecting the pretty bard too closely.
‘I am a guest of Dynasteia Leventi, visiting from Athenia. I am Calysta of Attia. It is by the good graces of our lady Evangelina that I could join you.’
The pint sized Leventi felt the blood rush out of her face as she slowly craned her head to look at the woman next to her. Blinking at her, she didn’t miss the almost cocky wink. Suddenly, something snapped in her at the audacity to drag not only herself but the name of the family into this. It wouldn’t be hard to find out who was a guest of their family and when they found out that there was no one from Attia staying that was a guest of the family staying… there would be questions.
What happened next wasn’t planned… ‘Isn't that right, my lady?’ The bard prodded her.
Pulling her dark eyes up to the professor, she blinked innocently. “I’ve never seen her before." Perhaps, the bard wasn’t the only one with a duplicitous nature. She was a Leventi after all, she’d lie until she died if it’d save her skin. "I thought she was a pupil of yours.”
This turned into a travesty. Anastasia was growing more and more flustered despite the easy smile that cast upon her lips. It was a defensive maneuver, for her to hide under a veneer of laughter and portray a jovial nature. Even when she was told to appear bored and muted by the Leventi girl, it was... off. Anastasia did not enjoy acting like a noble in the slightest. Stiff, prim, proper and most of all, boring, she enjoyed her life just fine. But, she'd thought she'd done a fine enough job, given Evangelina's advice.
But, it was bad advice. It seemed the Leventi girl was more and more driven to distaste and even ire towards Anastasia, and the young bard figured that her welcome was drawing thin even before the Leventi spoke. And then...
"I've never seen her before."
You bitch!
"I thought she was a pupil of yours."
She'd seemed rather happy to trod Ana along on her arm, but immediately once the facade was put up, she was more than ready to throw her to the wolves. Ana did not narrow her eyes or even blink. The tells of her story being false simply weren't there even as she raised her hand to her chest in the very real offense she held.
"Well, if Lady Leventi isn't willing to remember me, then I suppose I shouldn't linger."
Anastasia mustered up tears, placing the pressure upon her eyes to cause them to water before a single droplet rolled down her side. She leaned close to the girl to whisper in her ear just as that tear splashed against the floor.
"I'm so sorry, my lady, if I offended you."
Then the vindictive attitude rose within Anastasia. She balled her fingers into fists beneath the table, gathering what little she had with her before throwing the strap to her satchel over her shoulder. With a huff, she walked off.
However, not before the bard had the opportunity to locate Evangelina's foot under the table. Making a very deliberate effort to step on the woman's toes, she walked off with a smile, curtsying to the class and the teacher before she made her exit. Anastasia left the Scholeio of the Arts in much the same way that she entered, but not before finding an isolated room in which to change into a plainer chiton that she could do to dirty up by the escapade.
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This turned into a travesty. Anastasia was growing more and more flustered despite the easy smile that cast upon her lips. It was a defensive maneuver, for her to hide under a veneer of laughter and portray a jovial nature. Even when she was told to appear bored and muted by the Leventi girl, it was... off. Anastasia did not enjoy acting like a noble in the slightest. Stiff, prim, proper and most of all, boring, she enjoyed her life just fine. But, she'd thought she'd done a fine enough job, given Evangelina's advice.
But, it was bad advice. It seemed the Leventi girl was more and more driven to distaste and even ire towards Anastasia, and the young bard figured that her welcome was drawing thin even before the Leventi spoke. And then...
"I've never seen her before."
You bitch!
"I thought she was a pupil of yours."
She'd seemed rather happy to trod Ana along on her arm, but immediately once the facade was put up, she was more than ready to throw her to the wolves. Ana did not narrow her eyes or even blink. The tells of her story being false simply weren't there even as she raised her hand to her chest in the very real offense she held.
"Well, if Lady Leventi isn't willing to remember me, then I suppose I shouldn't linger."
Anastasia mustered up tears, placing the pressure upon her eyes to cause them to water before a single droplet rolled down her side. She leaned close to the girl to whisper in her ear just as that tear splashed against the floor.
"I'm so sorry, my lady, if I offended you."
Then the vindictive attitude rose within Anastasia. She balled her fingers into fists beneath the table, gathering what little she had with her before throwing the strap to her satchel over her shoulder. With a huff, she walked off.
However, not before the bard had the opportunity to locate Evangelina's foot under the table. Making a very deliberate effort to step on the woman's toes, she walked off with a smile, curtsying to the class and the teacher before she made her exit. Anastasia left the Scholeio of the Arts in much the same way that she entered, but not before finding an isolated room in which to change into a plainer chiton that she could do to dirty up by the escapade.
This turned into a travesty. Anastasia was growing more and more flustered despite the easy smile that cast upon her lips. It was a defensive maneuver, for her to hide under a veneer of laughter and portray a jovial nature. Even when she was told to appear bored and muted by the Leventi girl, it was... off. Anastasia did not enjoy acting like a noble in the slightest. Stiff, prim, proper and most of all, boring, she enjoyed her life just fine. But, she'd thought she'd done a fine enough job, given Evangelina's advice.
But, it was bad advice. It seemed the Leventi girl was more and more driven to distaste and even ire towards Anastasia, and the young bard figured that her welcome was drawing thin even before the Leventi spoke. And then...
"I've never seen her before."
You bitch!
"I thought she was a pupil of yours."
She'd seemed rather happy to trod Ana along on her arm, but immediately once the facade was put up, she was more than ready to throw her to the wolves. Ana did not narrow her eyes or even blink. The tells of her story being false simply weren't there even as she raised her hand to her chest in the very real offense she held.
"Well, if Lady Leventi isn't willing to remember me, then I suppose I shouldn't linger."
Anastasia mustered up tears, placing the pressure upon her eyes to cause them to water before a single droplet rolled down her side. She leaned close to the girl to whisper in her ear just as that tear splashed against the floor.
"I'm so sorry, my lady, if I offended you."
Then the vindictive attitude rose within Anastasia. She balled her fingers into fists beneath the table, gathering what little she had with her before throwing the strap to her satchel over her shoulder. With a huff, she walked off.
However, not before the bard had the opportunity to locate Evangelina's foot under the table. Making a very deliberate effort to step on the woman's toes, she walked off with a smile, curtsying to the class and the teacher before she made her exit. Anastasia left the Scholeio of the Arts in much the same way that she entered, but not before finding an isolated room in which to change into a plainer chiton that she could do to dirty up by the escapade.