Prophecies, Bloodshed, and Gays

Shara finally made it and looked down the list. Seeing the listing next to her name she let out a little cheer.

"I told you. I told you. I told you. It was fate."

Nahi looked up. "Are we... roommates? Really?"

"See for yourself princess."

Nahi barely stifled the whimper that came with that as they glanced over. "So we are."

Shara grinned. "Perfect. Let's go to our room then and I can tend to that wound of yours."

Nahi sighed softly. "Alright. Off we go."

Shara started walking away. "Princess do you know where this room is? I am a little new here."

Nahi nodded. "We're both in the girl's wing to the left." They pointed to demonstrate.

"Lovely. Lead the way for your lowly archer o' chosen one."

"Oh, you're an archer?"

Shara nodded. "I am."

"One of Apollo's kids?"

"Guilty as charged." Shara did a short little bow as best she could without dropping Nahi. "Archer, Combat Medic and Combat Poet."

Nahi's grip on Shara tightened with the bow. "That's... cool. Really nice."

"Thank you thank you."