“Young master, you cannot run away from your lessons.” Rima says searching for Penn who was on a low branch of the tree closed to her quarters, eating an apple and watching her behavior teacher face slowly getting red with anger. There were few things which Penn got to like about her new life and one of them was getting on Rima neck and watching her lose her cool. The girl was too composed and straight laced for someone who was young. Even Master Vallas was more carefree than her. Penn paused that thought. Master was on a class all on his own. He was even more carefree than Penn herself.
“Penn, this is not funny.” Rima stomps her foot on the ground. “I can’t keep losing you, what will do you think that your father will do if I tell him that you keep escaping from your lectures? I will
