“Sy, are you all right?” “No. I don’t think so. I need to talk to Wadara. I need something confirmed.” Sy wiped her face and got to her feet, swaying alarmingly. Tuubi grabbed her arm and steadied her. “You look paler than I have ever seen you, and you are chalky at the best of times.” Syrella straightened and tucked the garbage bin under her arm. “I will take care of this.” Tuubi yanked it out of her grip. “I will take care of this. You go see Wadara.” “Thanks, Tuubi.” Stunned and shaking, Syrella walked into the hall, stopped at the lav to freshen up and then went in search of the head of the Thoola Citadel School for Talented Females. Wadara’s receptionist smiled brightly until she took in Syrella’s face. “Sit down, dear, I will call the headmistress.” It was less than five minutes until Wadara was standing next to Syrella, taking her by the hand and leading her into the privacy of the headmistress’s office. “What has happened?” Sy shivered and took the cup of tea Wadara handed her.
