Harmony University: Blind Streak

When the alarm on Serenity’s phone went off at six a.m. the next morning, the teal skinned girl almost fell off the top bunk in reaching for her phone before she remembered exactly where she was. It was only when she had the blaring sound silenced that she noted she was being hugged from behind.

That did make her smile. Serenity turned on the bunk, being careful to not break the hug. When she placed a tentative kiss on Wildfire’s cheek, she discovered her friend was already awake. “I'm for a shower, Wily,” she kissed her a second time, “You can do your exercise thing and shower after me.”

As it happened, Wildfire had been awake for over an hour, being the morning person she was, she had just preferred to stay where she was in Serenity’s embrace. “Alrighty, that sounds like a plan, Sera,” she returned the kiss and she was rather careful in getting down from the top bunk.

Once she was out of the bed, Serenity went straight into the small shower cubical. When she was on the floor, the naked Wildfire performed her usual routine of stretches, then when she was suitably warmed up, she proceeded to run in place for several minutes, then she followed that up with fifty push ups and burpees before finishing her routine with more running.

Shower complete, Serenity left the shower just in time to watch Wildfire complete her exercises. She got comfortable leaning against the shower door to enjoy the view of her running. It was a shame her chest wasn’t any bigger, there would’ve been substantial jiggle value. “All yours, Wily. No rush, we still have twenty minutes till our breakfast peeper shows up.”

“Thanks!” Wildfire giggled after doing several star jumps purely for her friend’s benefit and then she got herself into the shower. “I can't believe I've been showing myself off like I have,” she called out as she washed herself, “I’ve never really done that before.”

“It’s all you, I’m afraid,” responded Serenity while she balled up the soiled linin and placed it under the desk for the cleaners, “I’m just the facilitator.” She then turned the beds back into a couch and got dressed for the day in a light breezy sundress.

When she was cleaned dried, Wildfire padded softly out of the shower – without bothering to put a towel around herself – wearing just a smile. “Are we getting there today?

“We should arrive in Canterlot by eleven, if we’re still on schedule,” replied Serenity, who again found herself enjoying the view her friend afforded her. “We can ask Mr. Sandman when he comes to tell us about breakfast.”

“That’s cool, Sera,” Wildfire went over to her case and after rummaging around for a moment, she selected just a clean pair of black jeans, a white tee shirt and a yellow hoodie with red flames on it. “I don't really like showing my legs off, unless I'm running.”

Serenity let out a giggle, “You ever tried running in nylons?” she asked as she sat down to wait and watch Wildfire get dressed. This time, she didn't bother with the pretence of her book.

“No actually, I haven’t,” replied Wildfire with a snicker as she dressed, pointedly not bothering with any underwear. “Hey,” a thought occurred to her, “You've seen other girl's bits, right?”

The watching Serenity nodded. “Yes, I have,” she had seen her fair share of girls ‘bits’, perhaps more than her share.

Wildfire had assumed as much. She took a deep breath, because what she wanted to ask was rather embarrassing. “How do they have their downstairs arranged?” she blushed at the childish question, “See, I know I'm bushy,” she indicated her crotch, which was a mass of thick black pubic hair, “Because I'm not risking shaving, but uh...um...I mean, what's the trend?”

Serenity shrugged, which she realised wasn’t helping matters. “Fashion is fickle. I will say I only knew one other girl in high school that went naked. I would say that a good number of girls shave themselves bare now, but it makes them look like a thirteen year old. Not at all to my taste. I like to look good in my thong bikini, so I do a trim with just a line of fur to keep my mature look. You did notice, did you not?”

“Ooh, trust me, I noticed,” Wildfire snickered, “I got a real close feel when I was down there last night. I just...I really want to meet a girl at Harmony, and I don't want to put them off when they're expecting neatly trimmed and they get a jungle!”

“I would usually say that if a girl doesn't like you for you, then there isn't much point, but...” she had to admit, a trim of the untamed wilderness between her legs wouldn’t go amiss.

“Yuppers, I know,” Wildfire waved off Serenity’s mild objection, “But d'you think you could sort it out for me, at least give it a quick tidy up down there?”

Serenity burst out laughing, “I was going to say, if you go swimming, it would be fine to ask your girl to trim you up a bit, but yes, after breakfast I can and will do that for you,” she giggled, “I trimmed an exclamation point down there one time. Was pretty cute.”

“And I thought you were going to make a joke about having to get a machete to get through it all,” laughed Wildfire as she stepped into her jeans and pulled them up to her waist.

A thought occurred to Serenity as she watched the blind girl dress herself. “How do you know what you're wearing?”

“That’s a good question,” Wildfire paused with her tee shirt in her hands. “I have braille labels sewn into the backs where the washing machine tag is, tells me colour - not that I get that, you understand - but mom said black goes with everything, so I have four pairs of black jeans and blue. I know what denim feels like. Most of my hoodies have red flames, so the tag there is hoodie or sweater. Easy!”

“Colour does matter when you mix and match,” opined Serenity, “But it is true, black goes with everything. I should know by now you're in front of that too.”

“Mom said blue denim goes with everything too,” she tugged her shirt over her non-existent chest, “Obviously bras are a waste of time with the tits I've not got, and I don’t like panties much.”

“I can agree with you there. Still,” Serenity playfully nudged Wildfire’s side, “Others like the dear Mr. Sandman will look if you offer them the chance. Do you always feel the same way about panties?”

“Yuppers,” agreed Wildfire, “But that's more me pretending I've been ordered not to wear them. I do wear them sometimes, y'know, when the ‘red mist’ descends, or when I'm running.”

Sagely, Serenity nodded her head, “Well, it’s good you know when you should wear them. Of course, the tight running shorts would be interesting when you squat at the start line if you went commando…”

“Apparently it's against the dress code to not wear underwear.”

Serenity snickered, because her friend sounded like she was speaking from experience, “I'm sure the male athletes would find their shorts a tight fit with a boner,” she laughed just as the door opened and Sandman informed them that their breakfast seating was ready for them.

As far as Wildfire – and her rumbling belly - was concerned, the breakfast call couldn’t come soon enough. When they entered the dining car, Serenity informed her that they seemed to have most of the car and the table to themselves. Breakfast of scrambled eggs and blueberry pancakes was peaceful and quiet, but for the sound of two hungry teenagers wolfing the food down like they’d never eat again.

Once the most important meal of the day had been mercilessly demolished, Serenity decided to order them both a coffee for the cabin, and they got up to leave the dining car. After the coffee had been delivered, Serenity said, “Right, to tame the mighty jungle of your pubes. How do you want this? Clean shaven or trimmed? I can do you something like I have or maybe there’s a design you like?”

“Could you maybe make it look like a fireball?” asked Wildfire after she had considered the options, “Y'know, like a wildfire?”

“Would you like a sun, or would you prefer flames rising up from your snatch?”

“That second one,” Wildfire made her choice, “I like the idea of flames going up.”

“Alright, take your jeans off and sit on the couch. I found my turkey carver,” Serenity brandished her electric razor like she could do someone some serious damage with it, “That should work.”

“Alrighty!” in short order, Wildfire had whipped off her jeans and she sat with her legs spread wide apart on the couch like she had been asked.

When Wildfire was seated, Serenity turned on her rechargeable razor and she filled the cabin with a low buzzing not too far removed from a vibrator. “Okay, this cream is a bit cold. I think I'll start with your ass first,” she rolled up the athlete's legs so that she could clean save that area.

Wildfire’s cry of ‘yikes!’ attested to just how cold it actually was. She shuddered as her legs were lifted up so far that her feet were either side of her head and her whole crotch was exposed.

Once Serenity had shaved and trimmed the area with the electric razor, she switched to using a straight razor to make sure that Wildfire’s labia and below it was clean and shaved, then she worked rather skilfully to make the unruly pubic bush trimmed and stylized. Just as she started the trim, but before she had done any shaping, she said, “I was thinking Eye of Sauron, but the flames will make you look hot.”

To be honest, Wildfire was amazed Serenity was still shaving her after fifteen minutes. “If I had the Eye of Sauron, a girl might think I was looking at them down there.”

Serenity laughed at that, and it was a few minutes before she could use the straight razor safely. “Well,” she said once she had control of herself, “In the shower one of the girls may say, 'Too bad the blind girl can't see what we're doing', and you face them and point down and say, 'I see what you're doing and it’s naughty!’.”

Laughing, Wildfire seriously considered that, and Serenity told her it wasn’t too late for that. “I have you trimmed to a nice quarter inch in the shape of a triangle. Have a feel.”

Lowering her left hand, Wildfire felt her neatly trimmed pubic hair. “Wow, that is so much better already!” she smiled broadly after a thorough investigation revealed that her mighty jungle had been reduced to a neat garden. “I’d like the flames, please Sera.”

For the next fifteen minutes, Serenity adeptly trimmed the triangle into more of a bowl shaped bottom with flames coming out of the top, and she used the razor to finish removing what shouldn't be there. “Okay,” she said when she was finished, “Now have a feel.”

“I love it!” Wildfire exclaimed, “I'm guessing this whole thing isn’t supposed to take half an hour, huh?”

“Clean shaven would take about fifteen minutes,” explained Serenity as she rinsed her razors clean, “Skin is sensitive and I'm using a straight razor. I spend about twenty minutes on mine as I have no real design. The more detailed the design the longer it takes.”

“So, uuuh, how regularly should I get this done, anyway?”

“Easiest way is to ask your roommate,” smiled Serenity, “To keep it near perfect, once a week is ideal. Looking good, once every two weeks. If you wait longer, it will make it harder to see the total shape of the design.” Serenity placed her things back once she had them cleaned, “You can check some hair salons to see if they have that special service.”

“Alrighty,” Wildfire giggled sillily, “I'm sure my roommate won't mind partaking in some pubic topiary if I ask her nicely.”

“You can only ask,” said Serenity, “But you must respect their answer. You may put your jeans back on now, if you wish.”

“Got it, thanks Sera!” Wildfire grinned and she stood, pulling her jeans back on and buckling her belt tight. “While we have plenty of time until we arrive, I'll pack my stuff up.”

“It’s always good to be prepared,” Serenity had a mind to do the same, at least if everything was packed away now, there wouldn’t be the traditional crazy last minute rush. “Did you check luggage?”

“I have two cases in the baggage car, as well as these here,” Wildfire felt carefully for her things she had been using during her time in the cabin: her Dictaphone, her actual phone, and most importantly, the shoe box and its precious contents. “Are you looking forward to college?”

“Yes,” Serenity replied a moment later while she too was gathering her things together, “It’s the start of a new chapter in my life. See if I got this adulting thing right.”

“Same here,” remarked Wildfire as she packed away her things in her backpack and her travel suitcase, “I'm excited, of course I am, but I’m scared at the same time. It’s like the first day of high school all over again.”

“I think I had it easier,” commented Serenity, “It was the same school k through twelve.”

“In your super posh ivory tower, you mean?”

When Serenity rolled her eyes at her friend’s snarky comment, she made sure Wildfire knew it. “More marble and steel,” she said sarcastically, “Ivory is so last century.”

Wildfire couldn’t help but giggle, “Was it a boarding school, where you went?”

“It was a private school,” explained Serenity, “I didn't stay there. It was in Northwest Manehatten.”

“That’s cool,” said Wildfire as she made a slow sweeping feel over the cabin to make sure she hadn’t forgotten to pack anything she had been using. “I suppose where we're going is a kind of boarding school.” She found her well-read copy of The Tempest and she hugged herself, “I’ve never been this far from home on my own before.”

“Even the dorms are 'out of school',” remarked Serenity, “So you do have some privacy. There’s just lots of rules you have to follow to stay there. Which is why I'm not in the dorms.”

“Aaah well, I'm a good girl!”

Smirking, Serenity patted Wildfire's head, “You are indeed a good girl.”

“Yay!” Wildfire clapped her hands in childish delight, “Told you I was!” she then leant back on the couch until she felt the wall of the carriage against her back and she enjoyed the feel of the motion of the train rocking along the tracks. “I wish this train would hurry up. I want to get on with it, y’know?”

Checking her watch, Serenity said, “We have at least another hour. Want to go grab a beer?”

“Yuppers. Beer would be most excellent!”

“To the club car, then, my good girl.”

“Follow me!” energised by the sudden quest to locate and drink the beer, Wildfire slipped off the couch to her feet and she walked confidently out of the cabin and through the carriages to the club car.

“It’s a lot more urban looking out the windows now,” Serenity said once they were seated on the top deck with their beers. “There’s one huge, big forest to the north, I think that’s called the Everfree.”

“Hmm, I've heard about that,” Wildfire commented thoughtfully as she took a sip of her beer from the bottle. “Remember those standing stones I talked about? I read that the Everfree Forest has the biggest collection of them on this continent.”

Serenity shrugged, “Maybe I'll take a tour while I'm here.”

“They're magic, the standing stones I mean,” explained Wildfire, “Or what the ancient people who lived there thought was magic. Y'know the sort of thing, a tree rustles and it's a god of wind, that kind of thing.”

“I studied polytheism in high school.”

“Yeah?”

That caught Serenity off guard and, taking a sip of her drink, she looked at Wildfire, “Hmmm?”

“I meant ‘yeah’ as in, 'go on',” Wildfire clarified apologetically, “I thought you were gonna use that polytheism thing to tell me about the gods of the forest.”

“Oh, well, all it means is there is a god for something,” explained Serenity, “So there are many gods. Several ancient societies practiced polytheism to explain the world around them. Later monotheistic religions moved to just one god and the belief that the world and nature were shaped by that one god.”

“I guess it’s easy to see how the old people thought the forest was controlled by magic,” commented the athlete once she had thought about it, “Gods and stuff like that. Look what happened to me.”

“Faith is a good thing.”

After taking a big swig of her beer, Wildfire conceded, “Logically, I know it must have been a ranger or some woman who helped me that day, but...in my head I'm sure it wasn't.”

“In reality, does it matter if it was a wind spirit, a ranger, or some forest animal?” asked Serenity not unkindly, “What matters is that you got the help you needed when you needed it.”

“Nah, you're right,” agreed Wildfire with a smile, “It doesn't matter,” she sipped at her beer and thought on it some more, “Sure was nice of my brain to make up a story and stop me being scared though.”

Smiling, Serenity clinked her glass to Wildfire's beer bottle in a salute, “I'll drink to that, at least.”

After the first beer and wine, Wildfire and Serenity chose, after very careful consideration, to have two more each to while away the time until they arrived in Canterlot. Before they knew it, it was two minutes past eleven and the Friendship Express steam train was pulling into Canterlot Central Station.

Serenity had made sure that Wildfire was ready, and they were standing at the doors to the carriage as the train slowed to a halt. “Show time, Wily.”

“Show time…” Wildfire squeezed Serenity’s hand with the one that wasn’t holding her travel suitcase, and she hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder.

Serenity walked through the open door first and she walked with Wildfire up to one of the many train attendants on the platform as the mighty engine let off a billow off steam and passengers milled around on the station. “Excuse me, where do we get our luggage?”

The man, who looked resplendent in a sharp Friendship Express uniform, answered her with a ready smile. “Inside the station building, miss, there’s a belt the bags will show up on.”

Thanking the attendant, Serenity led Wildfire through the growing crowd and into the station building. To calm her nerves – Wildfire really didn’t like unfamiliar crowds, to say nothing of the unexpected noises – the athlete took several deep breathes through her nose as she walked holding Serenity’s hand.

Wildfire’s head was like it was on a swivel, turning it left and right hearing all the hustle, the bustle and the announcements, a frown of concentration etched on her face until they were in the station building. “Was someone scheduled to pick you up, or did you plan on taking a cab?” asked Serenity when they had left the noise of the crowd outside.

“I planned on a cab, Sera,” Wildfire replied, happy to stick to her friend like glue, “I don't know anyone out here who could pick me up.”

Well, Serenity wasn’t going to have that, no sir. “Okay, I know where the cab stand is.” Just then, she saw a tall well-built man in a black chauffer’s suit holding a sign with her name on it. “This is the luggage belt. Wait here and grab your bags when you see them,” she giggled at her slip of the tongue but didn’t correct herself, “I'll be back in a few moments.”

“I'll keep an eye out, Sera,” Wildfire giggled at the joke and she got ready near the baggage claim belt.

Walking up to the waiting chauffer, Serenity introduced herself and flashed her ID, which was enough to satisfy him. “I'm High Road, Miss Serenity. I have a car to take you to your apartment. Please point out your luggage and I'll take it to the car.”

“I need a slight change,” Serenity spoke quickly, “My travel companion over there is staying on the college campus. I'd like to drop her off first, please.”

“Okay, that's not a problem.” High Road certainly didn’t mind. One passenger or two, he was getting paid either way.

Serenity walked back with the driver to the baggage claim where Wildfire was waiting for her cases. “What do your suitcases look like, Wildfire?” she asked, most curious as to how her blind friend would know when they were close enough for her to pick up.

“Oh, my cases are yellow with a red fireball on them,” Wildfire turned to face the sound of Serenity’s voice. She knew someone was with her, by the overpowering smell of cheap aftershave. “And these cute little black ribbons on the handles.”

“Sorry, one of mine just showed up,” Serenity reached for the large sliver metal suitcase finished off nicely with a burgundy rope, but High Road was ready to pick it up off the belt for her.

“I know what you’re thinking, Sera,” Wildfire grinned as she reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a little gizmo and pressed a button, making an approaching yellow suitcase beep loudly, “There's a beeper on mine too!”

“That's pretty cool,” admitted Serenity, who had been most curious as to how her friend would find her cases, but hadn’t wanted to be insensitive in asking.

Wildfire heard the suitcase beeping before Serenity saw it amidst the sea of other luggage, “There they are, coming up, or one of them is. I can hear the beeps!”

“I see it,” Serenity chuckled at the sight of the suitcase, “It makes me want to get a fire extinguisher. Our kind driver, Mr. High Road, will grab it – them - for you, Wily.” Once he had the cases, she explained, “Both of yours were together, oh, and I see my second just dropped on the belt.”

“Sweet, thank you, Mr. High Road, sir,” she thanked the driver politely as she duly cancelled her case beeper. “Handy little gizmo, this.”

“I agree, it’s nice to see just how independent you can be,” beamed Serenity as she made to get her case but was stopped by the large High Road, who looked like he could carry every suitcase in the station without any difficulty at all, “I don't think you need to worry much over your new life in Canterlot.”

“Wait here please, while I get these bags loaded,” the man mountain that was High Road said with a bow of his head.

“Thank you, Mr. High Road,” Serenity smiled up at the monumental man who was easily carrying the four loaded cases in his frying pan like hands, “Wily, we'll be going to your place first.”

“Oh, that’s awesomes, thank you!” Wildfire smiled a little, “Mom and dad always pushed me to do stuff for myself. 'Always ways and means' and 'nothing to it but to do it'. Taught me not to rely too much on other people, cos you never know when they won't be around.”

“While that is good teaching, I’m here now,” Serenity assured her with a squeeze of her hand, “Still it’s nice if someone does take time to help.”

“Yuppers, like you, on the train here.”

“What can I say?” asked Serenity rhetorically, “I must have a thing for shoe sniffers.”

As the two girls shared a laugh, High Road returned, sans the cases. “The car is ready for you, ladies.” He then led them both outside to what was a very nice navy blue town car, with plenty of space in the back. The driver popped open the trunk, revealing the four cases. “If you like, you can put your carry on in the trunk.” Without hesitation, Serenity did so, followed a moment later by Wildfire offering up her travel case and backpack.

Cases and carry on safety stowed away in the large trunk of the car, the professional High Road held open the rear door and Serenity got in first, pulling Wildfire in with her. “Thanks for letting me share your ride, Sera,” she said once she was seated comfortably in the back.

Once he was in the driver’s seat, High Road held Wildfire up long enough to get the address of where she was staying and then he fired up the engine and he was off. “There’s no beer in the back,” giggled Serenity, “But there is cold bottled water. Want one?”

It didn’t take Wildfire long at all to realize that this was the fanciest cab she had ever been in. The seats felt so luxurious. “Yuppers, please, Sera,” she replied, “This is a pretty sweet cab. I mean, I know I don't take up a lot of space, but this is huge in here!” she could stretch out her arms and not touch the sides.

Chuckling, Serenity passed Wildfire a bottle of water she had taken from the mini fridge in the back of the car, “My parents arranged for the car. Insisted on it. No sense in you taking a separate ride. Got to keep an eye on the environment and the polar bears and all that.”

“Totally,” Wildfire snickered playfully, “Here's to the environment!” she held up her bottle of water to the honour of the polar bears, and all that.

Serenity tapped the bottle she had taken for herself to the one Wildfire held up and there was a tapping of plastic. The sipping of the water gave Serenity a thought, “I say, my good Wildfire,” she affected a very good imitation of an upper crust accent, one her parents used without a sense of irony, “I wonder, might I have a look at your accommodations so that I can understand how the rabble live?”

“You may, kind miss!” in a direct contrast to Serenity, Wildfire put on the most common accent she could think of, one that wouldn’t have sounded out of place in a rubbish remake of Mary Poppins. “I do 'ope the commoners won't offend ya, yer ladyship.”

“I have stepped foot east of Broadway,” Serenity kept up the act, “I think I'll be able to wash my shoes later.”

Not fifteen minutes later and High Road, who had been doing a remarkable job of keeping a straight face and a highly professional demeanour, parked the car and he opened the door for his passengers, the trunk already open by a switch on the dashboard. “I'll get your suitcases,” the huge driver smiled, “If you'll take your carry on, Ms. Wildfire.”

“Alrighty, I got it, thanks Mr. High Road,” Wildfire hefted her backpack onto her shoulder and she held her travel suitcase in her other hand.

“I’m waiting to follow you,” Serenity whispered into Wildfire’s ear, “And our erstwhile driver is waiting to follow me. Do be a good girl and lead the way, won’t you?”

“Alrighty, Sera, I got this!” with her bag on her shoulder, her case in her hand, Wildfire used her stick to get around on the paved thoroughfare up to front door. There, she negotiated the single step to the three by three foot front stoop. There, she got out her phone and called up her map of the campus.

Before she had left Manehatten on her epic voyage, Wildfire had the address and location of the dormitory building downloaded, as well as the layout of the building’s five separate floors. “There's me, room one zero six on the ground floor.”

Inside the building was a reception desk with a middle aged woman behind it who wore a pleasant smile like one would wear a uniform. “Welcome to Daisy Dorm, I...Oh,” she paused in her well-rehearsed greeting when she noticed the short girl was blind, “You must be Wildfire!”

“Yuppers, that's me, miss,” Wildfire smiled a broad smile and she thrust out her hand in the rough direction of the new woman’s voice.

“I'm Miss Periwinkle, and you two are?”

“I'm the guide dog, Serenity, and this is the porter, Mr. High Road,” Serenity politely introduced herself and the driver, who inclined his head to the greeter.

“Visiting hours end at ten p.m. and if he’s in the room the main door must stay open at all times,” Periwinkle said after she had shaken the hand of both Serenity and the huge driver.

Snickering hard at Serenity's little joke, Wildfire said, “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Periwinkle. Can I please get directions to room one zero six? That's me, right?”

“There’s a hallway to your left, and room one zero six is the third on the right,” Periwinkle explained to the freshman, “The hall to your right has the elevator, and common areas for the dorm. There’s an emergency exit and a stairwell at the ends of each hall.”

“I’ve got it, Miss Periwinkle, thank you,” Wildfire turned to face the hall on her left and walked confidently forwards, her white stick ahead of her and Serenity by her side.

“I do hope we catch your roommate doing something naughty,” Serenity giggled and for a split second she swore she saw the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of the stoic driver’s mouth.

“I hope so too,” Wildfire laughed at the image in her mind, “It'd be an excellent ice breaker.” She then felt her way down the hall, counting off the doors on the right side as she did so, until she arrived at her dorm room. “Here we are.”

Before she could walk in or even knock on the door, something caught Serenity’s eye. “Oh, that's cool,” she reached out her hand to bronze plaque on the door, “The nameplates have those little bumps like you have in your book, Wily. To the left of the door, about head high for you.”

“That’s braille, Sera,” Wildfire ran her fingertips over the nameplate when she found it, “It says one zero six, then underneath that is Wildfire and Darkstar. So her name's Darkstar, huh? Cool.”

Serenity couldn’t help herself, “Compared to you, it's not a very bright name.”

“Darkstar…” Wildfire snickered, “She sounds out of this world.” Still chuckling at the admittedly awful jokes, Wildfire shoved open the door, “Hello?” Silence greeted them, and when it continued to be silent way longer than was normal, even for someone hiding in wait to lay on a zinger, Wildfire gave up. “She must be out. Okay, what's the layout, Sera?”

“We’re stood in a nice large common room,” Serenity looked about the place. It looked rather nice, if utilitarian. White wall, dark carpet, real wood cupboards. Could be worse. “There’s an open kitchen over on the left, and a wall mounted TV on the right. You have a small dining table by the kitchen, and a couch in front of you facing right. Two chairs and a coffee table. The back wall has two doors about eight feet apart.”

Listening to Serenity, Wildfire was feeling her way around all the walls, she found everything her friend had described to her where she said it would be. “Alrighty, I got this…” she took particular care to feel absolutely everything, and she made sure to leave a beeper by the kettle, for coffee emergencies.

While Wildfire was exploring, Serenity took a seat on the couch and she motioned for High Road to take a chair and do the same. She was in no hurry, and it was amusing to see the giant of a driver sit on a small chair. “I don't think I'll have trouble getting around in here,” Wildfire said when she reached the back wall and the two doors. “Okay, so the bedrooms. Let's go with door number one.”

Opening the door on the left, Wildfire discovered a room with a private bath, a walk in closet, a large double bed, a dresser, a desk and a chair. She felt there was a laptop computer on the desk, but there was no special needs equipment. Good thing she bought her own.

“Yuppers,” Wildfire stated her approval when she emerged from the private room after a thorough investigation, “This will do nicely!”

Happy that Wildfire was happy, Serenity nodded to High Road, and he took the two suitcases he was carrying into the room that Wildfire had chosen. “I'll leaves these at the foot of your bed for you to unpack, Miss,” the driver set them down and went back to the large room, where Serenity was snooping in the fridge.

When she saw that the fridge was fully stocked, Serenity stood, satisfied. “Yeah, your roomie must be out, they have stuff in the cupboards and fridge, and there’s new cutlery and stuff.”

“At least she's responsible!” Wildfire giggled, “Thank you, Mr. High Road, that's very kind of you.”

“My good Wildfire, I do deem that the rabble live well. I shall see that they eat cake!” Serenity giggled and walked up to the short athlete as she spoke, “I’ll see you around the campus, but it’s time for me to go.”

“Alrighty, Sera,” Wildfire held her arms out expectantly for a hug, “Don't you be a stranger in your non ivory tower, now you know where I am.”

Not wanting to waste the opportunity for a hug, Serenity embraced her friend in a tight breast smooshing embrace, “You have my number if things go south. Bye-bye Wily.

“I do,” Wildfire kissed Serenity's cheek, “See you around, Sera.”