Zyrai has a minion!

Kylie the Kiteli


The Custom Cherry Hikei
Owner: Chrysariel

Age: 11 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: July 13th, 2008

Adopted: 3 years, 7 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: January 13th, 2016

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!


  • Level: 104
  • Strength: 183
  • Defense: 15
  • Speed: 12
  • Health: 15
  • HP: 15/15
  • Intelligence: 698
  • Books Read: 692
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Couture Designer

The Zoologist

I am the sort that would total my car to avoid hitting a family of ducklings. Nature's beauty is both precious and finite. The sooner the average Subetan realizes this, the sooner we can ensure that the wonders of our world remain accessible for many generations to come.

I always knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I didn't go through a ballerina phase or a princess phase or even an astronaut phase, despite the discovery of rare crystals on Atebus when I was only two. I always knew I was going to work with animals, caring for them, protecting them, and helping humans to better understand them. I suppose it will come as no surprise, then, that the degree I'm pursuing is Zoology.

What you may find surprising is that last year, when I was just a freshman, I spent a whole semester as an intern aboard the Windjammer. That's right. I was the personal assistant of none other than Myrzath, the greatest marine biologist and oceanic researcher you'll find in any corner of Subeta. (Well, okay...mostly I just helped carry boxes and watched the minions of her co-workers when they went scuba diving, but it was still the most exciting experience of my life!)

I admire everything about her. Her total dedication to the preservation of natural Subetan environments. Her state-of-the-art equipment that leaves no carbon footprint. Her killer sense of humor that shines through when you least expect it.

I still can't believe she chose me for the Myrian Family Scholarship. When my degree is complete, I won't owe Centropolis U a dime and I'll go to work immediately as a contract employee of Myr's research facility on Delphi Beach.

That's three long years from now. Right now, I have to survive finals week.


I wake up to the annoying buzz of the alarm. It takes me a few hoof swats to find the button. I normally don't have a problem with getting up in the morning, but when you're putting in almost thirty hours a week to study for your fall finals, half a day can feel like not enough sleep.

At least I got through the Anatomy II exam alright. It helps to have a minion that can change the color of her fur to suit her mood. Kylie would flash green stripes for every right answer and red for when I got them wrong. She knows the contents of my textbooks as well as I do at this point.

She's perched on her little ledge beside the kitchen counter, one paw poised to catch the multi-grain, organic wheatberry waffles as they pop out of the toaster. Two for her, two for me. I supply the vegan cream cheese and chive spread that finishes off our breakfast treat. As soon as the last bite is eaten, she saunters over to her plush royal velvet minion bed and curls up, waving a lazy farewell with her paw. Minions are not allowed in the classrooms. They used to be, but some students started using their minions to cheat on tests and the rules changed.

My apartment is amazing. It's made of all eco-friendly materials yet it boasts such modern comforts as a queen-size four-poster bed, a state-of-the-art stereo system framed in bamboo, and three paintings all focused around ocean views. I'm in Platinum Towers on the personal recommendation of Myrzath. When she takes an interest in somebody, she won't hear of them continuing to exist in one of the crappy dorm houses on the far side of campus. My first class is less than a block outside my front door.

I'm one of the first few to arrive for Ecological Studies. Our class is a mix of zoologists such as myself, botanists, biologists, mycologists, ecologists, and the occasional liberal arts or computer science major trying to fill out their core science requirement.

This test is a breeze. I'm not the first one to hand in my test packet, but I'm near the front of the line. An extra forty-five minutes to study for Animal Behavior and Psychology is a blessing straight from Shinwa. As much as I enjoyed taking the class, I'm a little worried it was above my knowledge level. It is an upper-level zoology course, after all.

I take my lunch in the little park where student artwork is featured. There's a sculpture of two ruffies playing, an abstract bronze statue of a kanis that looks a little like Chase, and a strange pink blob that could be a Gelatin, a giant wad of chewing gum, or something else entirely. I love looking at art, but I'll never understand it.

A delivery truck drives past the cafeteria building, releasing a huge cloud of fumes into the air. I'm fuming myself as the stinky cloud disperses. There are so many Subetans that disregard how their simple actions cause harm to our environment. Do you have any idea how many gallons of water you waste every time you flush the toilet? If it were any other day, I would chase that driver down and give him a good tongue lashing...maybe even call up his employer and threaten to protest if they didn't switch to more eco-friendly vehicles. I've done it before and I'll do it again but not today.

I do jot down the name on the side of the truck on the top of page I'm studying, as a reminder for later.

I polish off the last of my garden-fresh sandwich and mutter the acronym for predictions of behavior in my head one last time. Even with my head full of facts and figures, I take the time to sort the recyclables into their proper bins.

Animal Behavior and Psychology is a class of only twelve. I know every Subetan in this room and I consider every one of them a friend. These are the classmates I've laughed with, grumbled with, and studied with for four long months.

There is only one thing that separates us, really. They will spend next summer lazing on Delphi Beach, eating snow cones and flirting.

Myr made it clear when she offered the scholarship that one of the conditions is my agreement to return to her crew every summer. It was a condition I didn't have to think twice about. Of course I want to spend my summers out on the ocean with the salty spray on my lips and the songs of whales haunting my heart.

There is not one of us that leaves that classroom looking confident, yet somehow I know I will overcome this obstacle and go on to take my place among the great zoologists of the age.

After all, I'm learning from the best.


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