Clan Piscovora

“You don’t think the sculpt is a bit…” The superintendant searched for the least offensive expression she could.“…gratuitous?”

“Perhaps.” The dark lamia replied. “For native sensibilities. But, to an Argan girl, this stands for hope, a reminder that their greatest wish can still come true, that the dream of love isn’t dead. That’s why it’s being installed here.” “We’ll go with a slightly more conservative influence with the other art for campus.”

“Summer! Summer, come here.” “One day, you will attend here, and meet a man of your own, a proper one with a proper lineage.”

The small dusty gray snake twisted her tail in her hands. “I like Teddy.”

“What did I tell you about harassing that Maverick boy? He is promised to another.” “You leave him be, do you hear me?” “Don’t you hiss at me, young lady!”

“She wouldn’t be my child if she was demure. You can take a lamia out of the wild, but not the other way around. Honestly, that’s a good thing. Wisdom will help temper her, and that will come with age and education.” “It’s a major reason I’m pouring such vast sums into this institution rather than hoard it like a dragon. The community needs this service, if we are to avoid the fate of MGC.”

“Make sure it is a success.”