while really pressing at her tearducts and sniffing her nostrils clean. The last thing she wanted to do while she was still a brand-new student at Fallish was bring her sister's wrath to it. Even when they had been toddling around on their twos, Leucan hadn't spared anyone.

Boula reached for the mirror when she felt it was safe, and rubbed the misted surface across her sheets. Leucan's face looked back at her, her expression paused in narrow-eyed suspicion.

"Is that so," whispered the sylph at Boula's ear. "It doesn't seem that way to me."

"There's just so many people...and my classes are already talking about tests...it's stressful." This was true.

"Tests already! Have you even learned anything yet?"

"I don't think so. Well, they're not completely immediately..."

"Do you have classes and things already, then?"

"Yes. Just introductory ones. Anthem Low history, introductory biologic, and language —"

"Wait a minute, haven't you already studied biologic?"

"It's different in university, sister, they'll go more in-depth."

"In an introductory class?"

"Yes," Boula said, with more confidence than she actually had.

"Alright," Leucan said doubtfully. "And what's that last one, language?"

"Low language."

"Are you kidding? Don't you think you already know how to speak Low? Aren't we talking it now?"

"It's going to go more into dialects," Boula said, trying to remember from the syllabus. "And into etymologies. And morphology."

"Mor — what?"

"Morphology, that's how words transform, like in different mouths or in different airs. Like say through a sylph or something. There's also probably going to be stuff about the history of Anthem Low and High, how the languages of both work together...things like that...and probably how the words work between different bloods as well, I mean, our way of speaking is different than the passerines' way, right?"

"I suppose," Leucan said, but she still sounded a little doubtful, and in fact a little bored.

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