Transitions

Dowan nervously taps her desk, before looking out into the room. Soon enough she would get nervous soon-to-be attendees and their parents, or just kids in general struggling to get used to being a meister/weapon. This was a strange thing, but Lord Death thought she was ready for it.

Dowan roams her hand around her stomach. She was late for her period. Two weeks to be exact. It had been 3 months since she married Sylas, and they...had had fun that summer. it wasn't that she was worried, per se, it was just that they were still renovating their place (she was going to send out a memo for help, because they were moving out of their place that week.) and she was getting sick in the mornings, which did not help her nervousness.

Still, she smiled as she heard a knock on the door. "Come on in!" She said brightly.