The eve of the school start (English vers.)

           A young lady was sat by the beach, contemplating the waves that were tirelessly breaking on the shore. Her Venetian locks were floating around her head through every sea spray scented gale. She encircled her legs with her arms, crumpling the fabric of her dress in her chubby fingers. On one of them sat a thin gold ring surmounted by a stone as black as the night, her most precious belonging. This jewellery is the symbol of her belonging to the  wizards’ world, without it, she could not be part of it any more. This pretty child with a sweet face is effectively a witch and, like every other fantastic creatures, she studies at the Occultus Academy. This is it, the reason of her sudden melancholia. Her, who was born on the seaside in this beautiful region which is the Normandie, that always could've sought refuge near this comforting water, found herself lost in the middle of a large expanse of trees and dense vegetation, deprived of her sea most of the year. She was wondering if she really wanted to go back thereafter this whole month in her home-town. Of course, she loved her school, but the homesickness was sometimes so strong that she felt like dying. However, almost all of her friends were there, she wasn't feeling lonely, far from it. But when she opened her window, she could only smell the petrichor, and she was missing the scent of the sea spray terribly. She was lost, she was missing her home, that's all. One more sigh shakily escape from her lips. 

«-Adelheid ! Adelheid !, a soft voice was calling her from the dunes. She saw a young lady with slightly purple skin, her friend Solveig. I've been searching for you for hours !, her friend said as she reached her.»

           Adelheid didn't answer, she only watched her friend sitting next to her and take her in her arms. She smelled like December's sea, as always. The ginger one let herself go between her closest friend’s comforting arms. Her tears were crashing in the crook of the purple girl’s neck while she was caressing her hair without saying a word. She didn’t need to say anything. It felt so good to finally let these tears flows. Solveig was her oldest friend, they grew up together, they went to the academy together, they’ve always been together. That’s right. She still had Solveig. She was feeling at peace in this sweet embrace. It felt good and it felt like home to her.

Adelheid and Solveig, August 204X