Nathan Free, Natalie Bound

Five and a half now. More than halfway to unlocking Level 1. For two years now I've been attending classes, tutored by a sharp-witted polymath named Demes. There has been some cursory attempts to culture me in the ways of a demure female, my mother made a halfhearted attempt to teach me embroidery and cross-stitch but she's terrible at both so she was happy to give up early. Madame Cushnere tried to get me accomplished in painting but accepted when I set my brush down and stated that I was not interested in these arts. I took up dance and was immediately wonderful at it, much to my surprise. Demes the tutor brought round a variety of instruments for me to practice at- I pretended to be bad at the flute and clarinet for a while before slowly letting myself play better and better. I fooled Mother and Madame Cushnere, but Mester Demes had enough suspicious glares for me that I knew I was busted, even if they would not call me out directly.