Neffi
“You look terrible,” Ams said the moment I stepped into the carriage.
“Well you don’t look so good either,” I shot back, then folded my arms and looked out the window watching as we were lifted up into the sky, or at least trying to. My mind was too preoccupied with last night's dreams to think straight. The good thing was I wasn’t supposed to learn how to fly until the following week. The bad news was it didn’t really matter what the teacher had planned for that day because I would more than likely fail.
“What’s eating you?” He said, offended.
“Nothing. I just have a lot on my mind,” I said, more to the view below us than him.
“Right, like that guy you shouldn’t be thinking about,” he said. On instinct I blushed, then shook my head. I had a feeling he was going to bring it up
