68th of Spring, 514 AV
8th Bell
It had taken the better portion of the early morning for Aoren to find the classroom where he was to attend the basic Djed course. He had awoke just a few hours before Syna crept over the horizon because he had absolutely no desire to be late on his first day. It had also given his time to take Isikai out for a walk. His companion might have been born in a cage but after the long journey from Syliras to Zeltiva with all of the free space to roam being cooped up in a room, no matter how large, was not agreeable to either of them. Aoren could say he had quite his fill of living in enclosed spaces during his life in Syliras.
As he walked the halls of the University, passing students here or there few paid him any attention. The young men and women roaming the halls of the campus seemed wrapped up in discussions of their own. He heard things from philosophical debates about the nature of humanity, the different variations of wood there were to be found in shipbuilding, to complex in depth conversations about the structure of human anatomy. Some of it was beyond Aoren’s ability to grasp but there were things he could understand the basics of.
“So this is life at the University?”
He quietly mused to himself as he walked. To the observer he appeared to be just like many of the other students. He was dressed simply carrying a satchel over his shoulder. The contents of the satchel were everything he assumed he’d need for life as a student. There were blank sheets of parchment, a few vials of ink, some quill pens and clasped in his hand at his side was a blank book he intended to fill with his notes. As he came to the classroom he’d made certain to find earlier that morning while out roaming around he paused at the door.
“Alright, Aoren. This is it. When you step into this classroom there is no going back.”
He took a deep breath. Grabbing the handle he opened the door expecting to see a room filled with students all of whom would stare at him as he walked in late. As he stepped inside what he found was quite the opposite. It was a small room. It looked to him like more of a private study than a classroom. The room held a very scholarly feel to it. There were bookshelves upon which rested manuscripts he assumed were to assist in the education of budding mages. There were several writing desks assembled with chairs around a knee high polished wood table. A china tea set rested at the center atop a lace tablecloth. The whole seating arrangement was focused on a chalkboard facing the wall opposite of where he stood. In an elegant, very artful script written across the surface of the chalkboard were the words…
“An Introduction to Magic
Professor Agatha Memry”
8th Bell
It had taken the better portion of the early morning for Aoren to find the classroom where he was to attend the basic Djed course. He had awoke just a few hours before Syna crept over the horizon because he had absolutely no desire to be late on his first day. It had also given his time to take Isikai out for a walk. His companion might have been born in a cage but after the long journey from Syliras to Zeltiva with all of the free space to roam being cooped up in a room, no matter how large, was not agreeable to either of them. Aoren could say he had quite his fill of living in enclosed spaces during his life in Syliras.
As he walked the halls of the University, passing students here or there few paid him any attention. The young men and women roaming the halls of the campus seemed wrapped up in discussions of their own. He heard things from philosophical debates about the nature of humanity, the different variations of wood there were to be found in shipbuilding, to complex in depth conversations about the structure of human anatomy. Some of it was beyond Aoren’s ability to grasp but there were things he could understand the basics of.
“So this is life at the University?”
He quietly mused to himself as he walked. To the observer he appeared to be just like many of the other students. He was dressed simply carrying a satchel over his shoulder. The contents of the satchel were everything he assumed he’d need for life as a student. There were blank sheets of parchment, a few vials of ink, some quill pens and clasped in his hand at his side was a blank book he intended to fill with his notes. As he came to the classroom he’d made certain to find earlier that morning while out roaming around he paused at the door.
“Alright, Aoren. This is it. When you step into this classroom there is no going back.”
He took a deep breath. Grabbing the handle he opened the door expecting to see a room filled with students all of whom would stare at him as he walked in late. As he stepped inside what he found was quite the opposite. It was a small room. It looked to him like more of a private study than a classroom. The room held a very scholarly feel to it. There were bookshelves upon which rested manuscripts he assumed were to assist in the education of budding mages. There were several writing desks assembled with chairs around a knee high polished wood table. A china tea set rested at the center atop a lace tablecloth. The whole seating arrangement was focused on a chalkboard facing the wall opposite of where he stood. In an elegant, very artful script written across the surface of the chalkboard were the words…
“An Introduction to Magic
Professor Agatha Memry”