Timestamp: 72nd day of winter, 512 AV Following the familiar path towards the Wright Memorial library, Fiera reached up to touch her hair. The usually frenzied strands of hair were woven neatly into a plait and pulled tight by a bright red ribbon. Her loose clothes were tastefully set on her petite frame, and a pair of leather slippers adorned her feet. It was not often that Fiera spent so much time on her appearance, preferring to use that time to explore wherever she was living at that moment, but today Fiera needed to look her best. Today, Fiera would visit Professor Stonemiller; who spent more time in the library than in his office. The Professor would decide whether or not she was suitable to take Aurtistics. Fiera was rather doubtful that she would be accepted into such a difficult course, but refused to back down from the challenge. As she stepped casually through the doors of the library, Fiera cast her eager gaze around the library. The dim light and enormity of the building that surrounded her was rather intimidating, but Fiera did not slow her step. Fiera had visited the Wright Memorial library almost daily since she had discovered its existence, she had even seen the Professor on more than one occasion - buried in a thick volume or sitting at a table with a university student, explaining something. It was difficult to forget the first of these visits, when Fiera had learned the history and creation of her race. She neared the table that Professor Stonemiller often sat at, but he was not there. Shrugging, Fiera continued down the middle of the library, looking down each isle. She found the Professor in the Malediction section, browsing the books. His hunched form was silhouetted against the morning light pouring in from the window. Clearing her throat, Fiera called out to him. “Professor Stonemiller? I am Fiera Aeriem, I have enrolled in an Aurtistics -” Fiera was interrupted by the professor pressing his finger to his lips. “Quiet, young lady, this is a library, not a bar” his strict voice was hushed as he hobbled nearer to Fiera. Wrinkles hid a face that must have been handsome in previous years and the bright green eyes that peered at her sparkled with mirth, “yes, yes, I know who you are. Registrar Sanderson notified me that you might come to visit me today” The old man led Fier to a table near the window and gestured for her to sit down before lowering himself into the armchair across from her. |