Is it Shaker!?

A knight in white satin.

Got so bored I made myself a prompt channel and wrote a whole damn story. But I was so embarrassed by the thought of people reading my writing and mocking me that I was blushing in real life, and not like teehee how cute tease me blushing but like, real life humiliation blushing. Sucked! But I just said fuck it and shared it anyway because I feel like I had a good idea and I can only hold onto a good idea for so long before I lose it. I feel okay now.

A mage who meant to sign up for the course on worm studies, not the course on wyrm studies!

"I'm not-" wheeze "even supposed-" gasp "to be here!" Came the huffed protests of the little mage trailing at the back of the group. Meghanna The Magnificent (or 'Meg the Mole' as other apprentices referred to her behind her back and also to her face) was not dressed for an excursion onto the Glassplains - she was more prepared for an afternoon working in the Academy's botanical sanctuary. Robes reinforced for kneeling and working in the soil, an apron with sample cups and empty jars, a pack full of tools and the various accoutrements of a mage in the studies of earth and growing were in stark contrast to the tough leathers and spell-woven shields of her classmates. She took care to avoid following the footsteps of the others, whose hard boots broke the thin crust of glass that covered much of the soil here, leaving splinters that could shred her thin shoes to ribbons.

Magister Porphyry, the wizard leading the group, signalled a pause and folded his arms impatiently as he waited for Meg to catch up. "Magus Meglana- "

"Meghanna." Several mages snickered quietly.

A mage who meant to sign up for the course on worm studies, not the course on wyrm studies!