Fleetwood Mac- Dreams
I am the first to arrive once again. Professor Allah smiled at me when I took my seat. Andre made himself at home under my hair. It's warm outside so I ended up wearing shorts and a tank top. My markings are all on full display. While my Mordred ones cover my entire arm. My Pendragon ones only go up to my elbow. I wonder why.
"These are beautiful," Professor Allah came over to me looking my arms over. She lifted the sleeve of her long-sleeved dress to show me the beautiful brown markings on her arms. She has more on her face but they're mostly concealed by her hijab.
"Wow, your's are too," I looked up at her.
"Thank you. You had a long day yesterday," she noted.
"Yeah, you have no idea,"
"The red is for..?"
"Oh. Red is for Mordre
