Naevia nervously fidgeted, claws absently flicking the end of the purple ribbon tied on her wrist as she watched the stars.
Two application forms diligently filled out and turned in that she awaited being processed. Even though she'd been assured they were practically formalities, Naevia was nervous she would somehow be denied formal clearance after all.
She wondered if asking that she could get what she wanted counted for one wish or two. Probably better to wish on two falling stars, she decided. One for the warband and one for the apprenticeship. Just in case.
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