3rd of Summer, 514 AV
8th Bell
Life at the University was an adjustment. It was a life of long night filled with careful studying and intense research. Aoren felt that the limits of his mind had already been expanded upon exponentially. He was walking through the corridors of the wing where Professor Memry’s classroom resided. All around him testaments to the Old World stood shining as an example of what once was. Immaculate columns, detailed murals and fine stone pathways constructed centuries ago.
“What wonders were made in the world that was? How much really was lost when Ivak’s rage burned the heavens, shattered the earth and torched the great cities?”
It was a terrible thing to think about. Aoren didn’t know a great deal about the Old World but like everyone who grew up being told the stories of the Valterrian he knew of Alahea and Suva. The Great Empires that waged war for thousands of years ultimately resulting in the near complete destruction of Mizahar.
“So many lives were lost. So much knowledge that is now little more than ash in the winds.”
He could scarcely imagine what the scholars of old knew. It was difficult to believe that he would encounter anyone quite as knowledgeable as Professor Memry though. Every question that arose in his head she had an answer for or she at least pointed him in the right direction. His questions seemed to be endless at the moment. There was simply so much that he didn’t know.
“It’s almost appalling how ignorant I was.”
He shook his head with a whimsical smile. The corridor was coming to an end as he approached his teacher’s classroom. Shifting the books under his arm he knocked politely on the door before letting himself inside. As with every time he stepped into the classroom he felt more like he was stepping into a private study. The walls were a finely smoothed stone edged with detailed woodwork. Upon the wood were carved different symbols or creatures related to the Sea. It was not surprising given the fact that Zeltiva was a maritime city. It was only natural that such things would be depicted in their artwork and their architecture.
“Good morning, Aoren.” Aoren came to a stop with his hand still on the handle of the door. Bending at the waist he bowed to the professor before stepping completely into the room closing the door behind him.
“Good morning, Professor.” She was seated in what appeared to be a cushioned wicker chair with armrests. The windows in the study were open allowing a soft breeze to waft through the room. It was a good thing too. The day was turning out to be a rather warm one. Professor Memry gestured to the writing desk situated but a few feet away from her chair. Aoren took his seat eyeing the things that she had assembled around her. Next to her chair was an end table upon which rested a few mundane items. There was a block of wood, a brick, and what looked like a black sash.
8th Bell
Life at the University was an adjustment. It was a life of long night filled with careful studying and intense research. Aoren felt that the limits of his mind had already been expanded upon exponentially. He was walking through the corridors of the wing where Professor Memry’s classroom resided. All around him testaments to the Old World stood shining as an example of what once was. Immaculate columns, detailed murals and fine stone pathways constructed centuries ago.
“What wonders were made in the world that was? How much really was lost when Ivak’s rage burned the heavens, shattered the earth and torched the great cities?”
It was a terrible thing to think about. Aoren didn’t know a great deal about the Old World but like everyone who grew up being told the stories of the Valterrian he knew of Alahea and Suva. The Great Empires that waged war for thousands of years ultimately resulting in the near complete destruction of Mizahar.
“So many lives were lost. So much knowledge that is now little more than ash in the winds.”
He could scarcely imagine what the scholars of old knew. It was difficult to believe that he would encounter anyone quite as knowledgeable as Professor Memry though. Every question that arose in his head she had an answer for or she at least pointed him in the right direction. His questions seemed to be endless at the moment. There was simply so much that he didn’t know.
“It’s almost appalling how ignorant I was.”
He shook his head with a whimsical smile. The corridor was coming to an end as he approached his teacher’s classroom. Shifting the books under his arm he knocked politely on the door before letting himself inside. As with every time he stepped into the classroom he felt more like he was stepping into a private study. The walls were a finely smoothed stone edged with detailed woodwork. Upon the wood were carved different symbols or creatures related to the Sea. It was not surprising given the fact that Zeltiva was a maritime city. It was only natural that such things would be depicted in their artwork and their architecture.
“Good morning, Aoren.” Aoren came to a stop with his hand still on the handle of the door. Bending at the waist he bowed to the professor before stepping completely into the room closing the door behind him.
“Good morning, Professor.” She was seated in what appeared to be a cushioned wicker chair with armrests. The windows in the study were open allowing a soft breeze to waft through the room. It was a good thing too. The day was turning out to be a rather warm one. Professor Memry gestured to the writing desk situated but a few feet away from her chair. Aoren took his seat eyeing the things that she had assembled around her. Next to her chair was an end table upon which rested a few mundane items. There was a block of wood, a brick, and what looked like a black sash.
