HAZEL
I wake up the next day with my hair intact as if I had never lost it.
It’s a relief not having to wear that ugly beanie anymore. After my morning classes, I have model UN. The arguments between Duskville and Crestmoon have been resolved. We’re moving on to discussions regarding protection for endangered species in the supernatural world.
I’m one of the key speakers. So is Crestmoon.
“I think the council should look into securing rights for female rogues, who have no means of fending for themselves.”
This is my view. And of course, Crestmoon doesn’t agree.
“Are you serious?” Larry, the delegate from Crestmoon, huffs, scowling at me over the table. “Everyone knows the rogues utilize their females whenever it suits their whims. Why disburse city funds to aid these duplicitous were
