Boarding school needed a new name. Borrrjing ssschool. Daani was wearing half of her uniform - a navy mini skirt - but had opted for a bright green tube top to show off her blossoming figure. She was sixteen now, no longer the little girl who had chased mice around the floor of this very establishment.

She also was supposed to be meeting her guardian for lunch. Her mother had finally taken one too many pills and killed herself, and so the cubling had been transferred to the care of Tataani Meorrrei. Daani ran a hand through her long blonde hair, luxuriating in the feel of it, and made her way to the bar. It wasn't as hard to get onto a stool as she remembered. The young Cizerack cleared her throat to get the bartender's attention, and tried out something new. "I would like a bowl of sajoi please."

The bartender did a double take, but nodded and turned away to fill the order. Daani grinned triumphantly. Her teachers were very impressed at her ability to produce accentless Basic, although it did require a lot of concentration. As far as she knew, she was the only full-blood who had the ability. People whispered that she might even have a chance to get into the K.A.R. because of it.

Daani looked around to see if her 'aunt' was already there.