Walking the hallways between classes was becoming an irritating experience for heir Dyne. When alone or with lady Elizabeth, snide comments and whispers could be heard. Tiffaney ignored them with out concern.
Steward of Dyne, PHD, leading expert on magical chemistry and alchemy, Magical girl Mecha Peach, Countess. There wasn't a single other person who could compare to her, and that was what she kept telling herself. Even if she knew all those things, the constant press of others exerted a strange pressure on her. Even knowing that it was as if she innately yearned to be accepted, to be praised.
