#melodicprincess

Tierra wasn’t one for students in general - from their puberty drenched bodies all the way down to how rowdy they were in general - and after the first few days she instantly regretted agreeing to become more involved in the education and extra curricular programs at the Crocker Institute. She was now the head of the Cheer Squad, and regretfully, she also now taught the cooking class. It was hard work trying to herd those students and give them proper instruction while also keeping half of them from chopping their fingers off, and by the end of the second class she didn’t want to enter that damned kitchen again so long as there were students in the area. Which was why the Crocker executive was now playing a bit of hooky with her own class.

After sending out an email saying that she was off-planet for the day as an excuse for cancelling class, the Peixes mogul was trying to keep a low profile on her day off. Her office thought she was doing an all day kitchen safety course with her students, and her students thought she was off planet, so it was actually the first day off she had been given in a few years. Using her drone-cams to make sure all her students were still on campus as she left, the Peixes sighed in relief as she went on her way to the nearest Condybucks™, wearing a casual pair of (mom)jeans and a white t-shirt underneath her pink peacoat, Tierra waited patiently in line for her coffee as she planned out her free day.

Aradia had an easy morning routine: get up, find where she dropped her bra, locate clean panties, toss on whatever sweater she picked up from the ground first, find a pair jeans or leggings, brush her teeth, and wash her face. She rarely bothered to work a brush through her hair, unwilling to put in the time or effort to work the mess of dark brown tresses into submission. Plus, for the most part, her hair looked the same whether it was brushed or not, it simply was wild, so she just didn’t see the point.  In addition, the few times she did try and get a brush through her hair, it ended with her in tears and the handle snapping before she was even half way done.

Something Meenah wasn’t accustomed to was seasons, and she didn’t like to show that she barely understood how the bio-field around Skaia worked, let alone admit she had never seen rain until this year. Seasons were something new and strange as opposed to the constant unsurvivable deserts and sand storms back on Mars, and from the unbearable heat in summer - something Meenah was used to and happy in - the weather turned to brown mush as fall arrived. It was disheartening watching all the green dry up and die, and as the air became cooler and less tolerable Meenah’s mood became tired and cold with it. That is, until she heard on the weather channel that it was going to snow soon.

There wasn’t snow on Mars, and though Meenah had read about it and seen it on television she still didn’t understand what it was. Feferi - of whom Meenah was also rooming with now - was kind enough to at least take the teen clone out shopping to get a jacket and other winter clothes a few weeks prior, but that didn’t ease the bafflement of the heiress as she watched the gloomy sky shift from grey to a pale white during the night. Sitting up late in her pyjamas and looking disheartened at the view out her window as Feferi slept soundly in the bed across from her own, Meenah held her Squiddle plush hard against her chest as she drifted off slowly, falling into unmemorable dreams until she was awoken abruptly by a howling at her window.

Sitting up and shaking the drowsiness from her head, the clone successor let her bleary eyes focus back on her window, the pane having gone frosty as puffs of white crystal shimmered in the breeze. As soon as her brain could connect what was happening, her pink eyes went wide, hand pressing instinctively up against the window as frost melted against her warm palms, causing the Peixes to inspect her hand in bewilderment and excitement. It was, different, and Meenah needed to further investigate. Glancing at the clock on her end table and reading that it was four AM, Meenah simply shrugged as she pulled on a pair of socks and jammed her feet in the fuzzy pink winter boots Feferi had picked out for her, dismissing the fact she was just in her fleecy pink pyjama pants and a black tank top as she rushed out the door and headed down the hall towards the first floor of the building.