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Sasha shook her head, to clear it. Her awareness of where she was fuzzy. She remembered making a scene with her boyfriend – ex-boyfriend now – and then being restrained by Connor. After that, there were flashes of a hallway, and a pair of chakats helping her walk down to an office... Clarity was instant; she was in one of the counselor's offices, resting on a sleeping pad. The room was quiet, the lights kept low, and the shades nearly closed, allowing some of the sounds from outdoors filter in through the open windows.
Dozing on either side of her were the chakats who'd helped her down to the office. They'd noticed her stirring, and woke up themselves, making a typical feline production out of it.
“Thanks,” said Sasha quietly, genuinely grateful for the help.
“Ah,” replied the coppery colored one in a friendly manner, “don't mention it. “I'm Jinx, child of Soaring Spirit and IronClaw. The sleepyhead is Brightpaw, same parents.” Shi gave Sasha a gentle hug, a typical chakat welcome.
“I'm Sasha Rasalka-Enderchai, daughter of Agena and Mishal,” said Sasha, introducing herself in a similar fashion, and returned the hug.
“Nice to see all of you getting along,” said a friendly, perky voice, as the counselor – their homeroom teacher, opened the door. “I felt what had happened at lunch. It appears, young lady,” she explained, which drew some snickers from the chakats,”that you have some latent talent – nearly everyone in the lunch room was getting ready to make for the doors. The one responsible for this, and we've got him on tape, so he can't weasel out of it, will probably be expelled. Racism is not tolerated here.” Despite her innocent, youthful looks, there was a hint of steel in Mrs. Casull's normally perky voice. “The school day's coming to an end soon. I'd suggest going around to your afternoon classes and getting your materials and assignments. You're also going to get an additional class, with me, and we'll see if we,” she said, including the chakats,”if we can't get you control that talent of yours a little better...”
What Mrs. Casull hadn't told Sasha was that a call had already been placed to Agena's mother, who, in turn, had called her mother. When Sasha walked out the door, Kryslin was there, waiting for her, bandaged tail and all. Inwardly, Sasha was happy to have her there, which Brightpaw and Jinx picked up. Outwardly, though, she showed the signs of defeat. Lowered ears, tail almost dragging. Someday, she would have to learn to fight her own battles. She walked up to Kryslin, and gave her a hug.
“So, who are your friends,” asked Kryslin, looking the twins over.
“I'm Chakat Jinx, child of Spirit and Ironclaw,” said the coppery colored chakat.
“And I'm Chakat Brightpaw, same parents,” finished the black chakat with the white paw.
“Kryslin Enderchai,” said Kryslin, and then turned to Sasha. “New friends of yours?”
“Classmates who kept me from doing something stupid,” admitted Sasha. “But, yeah, new friends sound good, if they'll have me.”
Brightpaw's tail looped in amusement. “Hmm,” shi said, looking over Sasha critically. “Sister, I think we could do better,” shi noted, facetiously.
Jinx's response was to swat Brightpaw with hir tail, which started a case of the giggles amongst all three of them.
Kryslin's attention, however, was on the group of young males who had started towards where Sasha was standing, only to notice Kryslin glaring at them, an expression of distaste on her muzzle. They cleared out quickly enough, not wanting to do anything while an adult was around.
Her expression softened a bit as she turned her attention to he granddaughter and her new friends. “So, who’s up for some snacks? It's my treat.”
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