Back by popular demand…Becoming Clissine!
Read the previous snippets if you’re unfamiliar with the world of Bastia, or re-read them for a refresher.
This week, I’m taking us back to Clissa and Destral’s first scene together. They’re studying in their college library, Destral’s fooling around, and Clissa tries to focus on their upcoming exam. Except this time, even sort-of-studious Clissa gets distracted.
Two upperclass students sat on opposite sides of two tables pushed together. Destral had slung his backpack across the seat of an empty chair, while Clissa had lined up her green plaid schoolbag against the side of the table closest to the brick wall. She poked a faded, artificial red rose in a plastic vase cut to resemble glass.
“With all the money the Bastil spends on our college, you’d think they could afford real flowers,” she complained.
“It’s not too much money to have real flowers—it’s too much work,” Destral corrected. “Fake flowers don’t get messy or die. They do what they’re supposed to do. Since when do you care about flowers, anyway?”