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"Acquaintances" by theschizophrenicpunk
Brightvale castle is almost always silent, especially once the moon rises.
Early to bed and early to rise makes Neopets, uh... something, something, and wise. Roberta's heard her uncle recite that proverb a million times over, but she always forgets how it ends. Mostly because she wants to. After all, there's nothing she loves more than staying up late and reading a book by candlelight, kept company by the beautiful light of Kreludor, the chill of the evening air, and the sound of the waves crashing down upon the Brightvale coast just outside the castle walls.
Yet still, she has a curfew. Which is ridiculous, she thinks, considering she, you know, saved the world and all.
But Uncle Hagan seems to think that heroes still need a bedtime, and need guards constantly posted outside their door, and need all lights to be out by 11:35pm NST every night, on the dot.
But what fun is that?
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