Before I could take two steps, my moth was gone. Escaped? And what was that? She got to the tree and found nothing but a pile of clothes. She picked up her shirt from the ground and pressed it to her chest.

"Since when have you been so modest?" - asked the silent chinchilla. - And earlier it was you who ran after me, and even half-naked.

I also had to change before going to the academy. She assumed the form of Yannara and found yesterday's robe among the scattered things. Well, sir. Good luck to us.

The transformation theory class arrived earlier than last time and took my desk...