Post by Alayna Måne Farbright on May 21, 2015 16:39:21 GMT -5
WRACKSPURTS & THESTRALS |OPEN TO ALL|
Alayna sighs as she sits back down at her ant-sized intern's cubicle. This was definitely not how she imagined her days when she joined the Department of Magical Creatures. It was as though even her "subtle" expressions of joy were muted within the confines of these four drab, colorless panels. Muttering a simple spell, she drifted her wand over her pink and purple inked pages. "Not up to code" they told her. Well, what was wrong with color coding paper work on magical creatures? Further, why couldn't her entire office be painted fuchsia? In her opinion, it was bad enough reducing the health and liveliness of beautiful creatures to a numeric score. At least it could be colorful.
It was a consistent character trait of Alayna's to be a peaceful, cheery young woman even when confronted with opposition or distress. But the plans to manipulate wrackspurts using charmed heat and sound patterns and directing them at someone else's mind to fill them with cluttered confusion, far beyond what any wrackspurts would ever do of their own will, struck her as indecent and distasteful to say the least. Even more disheartening was what the documents did not include. Who was this being tested on? How did it affect them? Or the wrackspurts themselves? And don't even get her started on the kidnapping of thestral foals far too young, who knows why.
With those foals was where she wanted to be now, and every day. Regardless of their invisibility to her, they were children to be coddled not dogs to be bred. Instead she was here, changing quill ink like a reprimanded student. Before she knew it, she was chewing her lip again, a practice her sweet Xenophilius was adamantly against.
