15th Ymiden, 718
Vega had never been to school and she wasn't entirely sure what to expect here. Biqaj education was carried out aboard ships and in a very different way than seemed to be the case here. She'd considered bringing her fiddle with her, but had decided against it because she'd signed up for piano lessons. That had been a real difficulty for the young redhead - deciding which lessons to take. The thing was, she honestly wanted to take them all, and it might be that she did. But Vega had decided that she needed to be sensible about it. So, she'd come to the conclusion that she was going to learn the piano first. The reason for that was because they didn't have one, weren't likely to get one and therefore, she'd need to learn it not play around and hope to pick it up. It was, fundamentally, the most inaccessible of the instruments and so, Vega decided that she would splash out, spend a ridiculous amount of money (as she saw it) and pay for the lessons.
She'd been nervous about coming here this morning - although she had absolutely and completely denied that she was to Arlo. He'd teased her mercilessly and had been just deliberately difficult and obnoxious. Or, he'd been supportive and lovely, depending on your point of view she supposed, but Vega didn't doubt that she was right and he'd been vile. She knew better, of course, and she was more than grateful to him for just how supportive he was. But she had a reputation to maintain. Wishing that she'd brought the fiddle with her so that she could at least clutch it to her chest, Vega walked in and looked around, raising an eyebrow at the statue of one Mildred Austere.
"Hello! Can we help you?" The voice of the cheery receptionist broke Vega out of her reverie and she looked over. "Yeah. Um. I've got classes booked with someone called Cecily?" The receptionist smiled, almost as though she was expecting some other information and Vega, who was more nervous than she would ever admit, hit panic and so defended the best way she knew how. "I hope that's not a statue of 'er. Looks like she wouldn't know a good time if it smacked her in the nozzle." Cool eyes regarded her and Vega wondered if this woman might have some special powers to make you sort of... squirm.
"That's a bust of our founder," she said, her voice sweet and charming. "Well, thank all the Immortals for that. She looks like a right barrel of laughs. Any'ow, um. Yeah. So where'd I go?" The receptionist looked at Vega and smiled, slightly. "What's your name, please?"
"Vega. Oh. You want me to pay you? Yeah, here." Once that was dealt with, and the receptionist was much more friendly after she'd taken Vega's money, she got given directions and made her way to the room in question. Music Room 7. That was what it was called and as she walked down the corridor past music rooms 4 and 5, Vega muttered to herself.
"I know it's a straightforward system an' all, but there's got to be somethin' to be said for surprises." But no. After Music Room 6, there it was and she lifted her hand and knocked on the door.
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Etiquette: Pay for your classes.
She'd been nervous about coming here this morning - although she had absolutely and completely denied that she was to Arlo. He'd teased her mercilessly and had been just deliberately difficult and obnoxious. Or, he'd been supportive and lovely, depending on your point of view she supposed, but Vega didn't doubt that she was right and he'd been vile. She knew better, of course, and she was more than grateful to him for just how supportive he was. But she had a reputation to maintain. Wishing that she'd brought the fiddle with her so that she could at least clutch it to her chest, Vega walked in and looked around, raising an eyebrow at the statue of one Mildred Austere.
"Hello! Can we help you?" The voice of the cheery receptionist broke Vega out of her reverie and she looked over. "Yeah. Um. I've got classes booked with someone called Cecily?" The receptionist smiled, almost as though she was expecting some other information and Vega, who was more nervous than she would ever admit, hit panic and so defended the best way she knew how. "I hope that's not a statue of 'er. Looks like she wouldn't know a good time if it smacked her in the nozzle." Cool eyes regarded her and Vega wondered if this woman might have some special powers to make you sort of... squirm.
"That's a bust of our founder," she said, her voice sweet and charming. "Well, thank all the Immortals for that. She looks like a right barrel of laughs. Any'ow, um. Yeah. So where'd I go?" The receptionist looked at Vega and smiled, slightly. "What's your name, please?"
"Vega. Oh. You want me to pay you? Yeah, here." Once that was dealt with, and the receptionist was much more friendly after she'd taken Vega's money, she got given directions and made her way to the room in question. Music Room 7. That was what it was called and as she walked down the corridor past music rooms 4 and 5, Vega muttered to herself.
"I know it's a straightforward system an' all, but there's got to be somethin' to be said for surprises." But no. After Music Room 6, there it was and she lifted her hand and knocked on the door.
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Etiquette: Pay for your classes.
