Moonlight from a nearby window echoed on the young Trainee's face. Avanne sat on the cold, hard floor of a random corridor near the Mess Hall. Living here her entire life, she had quickly learned to ignore the distant smell of the dead. The trick was simple; don't try to smell it, and go outside for fresh air at least twice a day.
Avanne was a bit... demented, you might say, although just sitting there she looked perfectly normal. With gleaming "savanna grass"-colored eyes, and silvery Egyptian Mau fur, you couldn't tell that this beautiful young she-cat was slightly crazy. After all, she didn't look like the she-cat whose dream is to become a Dragonslayer.
With a lick of her small paw, she sweetly mewed, "I'm bored. Anyone wanna play a game?"