Class was a bore for all of them. They didn't all have the same classes, so Tanya and Dawn went to History(again) while Kate and Rachel went their separate ways.
Near the doorway, Tanya seemed to freeze. "Ah, shit," she muttered, rummaging through her satchel.
"What's wrong?" Dawn asked curiously.
"There wasn't a pop quiz yesterday, so there's got to be one today... ah ha!" She pulled out a stack of notes. "I will not be unprepared this time!"
Dawn snickered. "You sure about that?" She pointed to the papers in Tanya's hand. "Those are the math notes."
"Huh?" Tanya glanced at them, looking disappointed when she realized that her friend was right. Dawn suddenly broke into laughter and Tanya followed suit. It almost seemed like everything was back to normal.
Almost.
They moved into their history classroom and Tanya froze. Dawn had already moved to her normal seat and had curled up on her large cushion near the back of the classroom. Tanya scanned the classroom for anything similar, spotting a desk right next to Dawn, with something like a raised yoga mat. She made her way over and, after a bit of fumbling around with her new legs, she managed to sit down in a confortable postion, placing her notebook on the desk.
As class went on, Tanya let out a sigh of relief when she realized that the class would be nothing more than another lecture. It gave her a chance to dwell in her thoughts for a while.
She glanced behind her, eyeing her lower deer half. For the first few second walking had been a challenge for her, but she managed to get the hang of it almost instantly, it was just a matter of alternating each of her legs to move forward. It only took a couple of minutes for it to become like second nature. Though that didn't help her ignore how strange it felt to have her body be so different. She looked down and rubbed one of her hoofs, feeling how smooth it was. Apparently she didn't have to ever wear shoes again. That was nice... she guessed.
She glanced over at Dawn, who was staring out the window, drumming her fingers along her tail. It was something Tanya had always noticed she had done when she was bored... though apparently she wasn't always like that. Tanya didn't have any memories of Daryn, but she doubted anyone else had any memories of Tony. If only she hadn't touched that book...!
She absent mindly scratched her lower half's belly, smiling at how nice it felt, before freezing. She needed to turn back to Tony no matter the cost. This was just too weird. There had to be a way.