scholarship application

Calypso flushed with embarrassment at the scrutinizing gaze of the Abaven headmistress, pegging the curiosity for what it was after having watched dozens of others try to decipher the same puzzle. Shuffling her paws in discomfort, she dipped her head and did her best to still her rapidly beating heart while the adults conversed.

It wasn't until the question was posed and she felt her father's paw upon her back apply more pressure that her head lifted once more, taking the hint to respond. "I..." Gritting her teeth, she cast a sheepish glance toward her father. Surely he wanted her to learn to fight, but would saying that out loud weaken the perception of the Armada, for failing to train her properly? "Uhm..."

"Speech"