4th Summer 511AV
Morning, 10th Bell
It was warm in Zeltiva, the summer having now taken a strong hold upon it. The clouds for the most part were absent in the sky above, and the city had sunk itself into a state of calm as it dealt with the people that came and went from its docks. The university however was no different. Students came and went, entering classes and seminars with their lecturers, to be taught the more traditional and academic subjects. This was exactly the same reason why Fallon Skylar was present within the West Wing of the University.
She had barely managed to make the enrolment, and it was perhaps down to luck and hasty that she had managed to get in. The ordeal however still left her mostly flustered and lost in the daunting shadow of the university. Still, she had an entire season to learn and catch up on her chosen area, Literature and the understanding of it. A rather more relaxing and refreshing area of study, in comparison to the previous ordeals and events that she had previously decided to look upon. And if anything, it gave her opportunity to simply forget the past for just a little while. Fallon took quick steps down the corridor, her eyes glancing to the outside world beyond the windows as she did. It still felt like a dream to her, as if what she saw was far from real. But it was real, and so her eyes lapped up whatever they laid upon, sealing it tight in her memory as a world that she thought she would never lay eyes on again. Her fist tightened around her spine of her note book for a moment, before relaxing.
It’s over now, you’re free. Leave it as only a distant memory.
On occasion she received the strange glance from another, no doubt wondering on how she could walk about within the summer still wearing a coat and gloves, leaving the majority of her flesh covered par the nape of her neck and head. Or more particularly why their hung a Kukri at her belt. She looked far from the sort that would be found looking in the depths of books after all, but that may have also been due to a slightly more scruffy nature. Sunberth after all was merciless upon her, and left her no doubt worse for wear than she normally would have been. Still the girl made herself look as presentable as she could, and hurried on her way to meet the professor she had been told that she was studying under. She had never met the woman before, and the only real knowledge she had was the name and the office that she ‘lurked in’, along with other rumours of her being supposedly socially awkward and a spinster- if she was to listen to the words of the student body that was. Fallon was sceptical to say the least.
For a while she hovered outside the office door, a moment of hesitation holding her back from knocking. She still remembered what happened the last time she knocked on the door and the torture she was put through. But this was Zeltiva; it was a new start, a new opportunity, with this simple action being the first hurdle. The girl inhaled, before raising a hand to knock upon the door.
“Uh, Professor Lefting? Can I come in, I’m a student?” She spoke through the door with the ring of uncertainty in her voice, “Here to study Literature?”
The rumours can’t be true right? I mean seriously, kind of mean calling a woman ugly. And talks like a sailor? She’s a professor!? Can’t be right. Can't be.
She had barely managed to make the enrolment, and it was perhaps down to luck and hasty that she had managed to get in. The ordeal however still left her mostly flustered and lost in the daunting shadow of the university. Still, she had an entire season to learn and catch up on her chosen area, Literature and the understanding of it. A rather more relaxing and refreshing area of study, in comparison to the previous ordeals and events that she had previously decided to look upon. And if anything, it gave her opportunity to simply forget the past for just a little while. Fallon took quick steps down the corridor, her eyes glancing to the outside world beyond the windows as she did. It still felt like a dream to her, as if what she saw was far from real. But it was real, and so her eyes lapped up whatever they laid upon, sealing it tight in her memory as a world that she thought she would never lay eyes on again. Her fist tightened around her spine of her note book for a moment, before relaxing.
It’s over now, you’re free. Leave it as only a distant memory.
On occasion she received the strange glance from another, no doubt wondering on how she could walk about within the summer still wearing a coat and gloves, leaving the majority of her flesh covered par the nape of her neck and head. Or more particularly why their hung a Kukri at her belt. She looked far from the sort that would be found looking in the depths of books after all, but that may have also been due to a slightly more scruffy nature. Sunberth after all was merciless upon her, and left her no doubt worse for wear than she normally would have been. Still the girl made herself look as presentable as she could, and hurried on her way to meet the professor she had been told that she was studying under. She had never met the woman before, and the only real knowledge she had was the name and the office that she ‘lurked in’, along with other rumours of her being supposedly socially awkward and a spinster- if she was to listen to the words of the student body that was. Fallon was sceptical to say the least.
For a while she hovered outside the office door, a moment of hesitation holding her back from knocking. She still remembered what happened the last time she knocked on the door and the torture she was put through. But this was Zeltiva; it was a new start, a new opportunity, with this simple action being the first hurdle. The girl inhaled, before raising a hand to knock upon the door.
“Uh, Professor Lefting? Can I come in, I’m a student?” She spoke through the door with the ring of uncertainty in her voice, “Here to study Literature?”
The rumours can’t be true right? I mean seriously, kind of mean calling a woman ugly. And talks like a sailor? She’s a professor!? Can’t be right. Can't be.