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ebony zodiia

Ebony is not the type of girl to lose control over anyone or anything. 

French braids falling at her shoulders (always crafted from the fingertips of her followers before class began) Ebony Zodiia sits outside their classroom patiently, one devoted disciple on either side of the bench. Her olive skin shines against the crisp white shirt she doted this morning, hands placed neatly in her lap. Raised amongst aristocrats and the friends of her father the brunette had picked up traditional etiquette from lineages tracing back through generations. She learnt how to command a room and convince the unconvinced, inheriting poise, inner strength, and modern-day beauty. All together, it created an unstoppable force in the form of a fourteen-year-old girl.


Deep brown eyes scan the dwindling courtyard as children filter from their homes to the playground, filing through of the gates with boisterous laughter and the loud symphony of youth. Beside her, a girl sighs wearily, swinging her legs in boredom. Ebony shoots her a glance and in an instant the girl falters, feet falling still once more. The brunette smirks and feels the rush of power tingle in her fingertips. This school is her kingdom and she’s all but conquered it - save for the unannounced gusts that sweep through the school and snatch at the sudoku puzzles nestled on her knees, sending them dancing across the morning sky like birds in flight.

"Wait here" she commands to the girls on the bench as she stands, darting off to catch at the loose, flitting papers. In her quest she hears a stranger's voice - and looks up to find that  the wind blows in a gem of a girl with the longest hair she'd ever seen.

She nods, ethereal and unnerved. "I'm fine, thank you" she tells the girl, never one to introduce herself without the utmost of politeness.  Extending a free hand outwards, she smiles. "I'm Ebony."