2nd of Saun, Arc 717
From Victor Amielle’s diary:
Being a student again after all these arcs feel strange. I led expeditions. I guarded caravans on their way through the desert. I spent entire seasons in the wilderness. To lose that independence and listen to somebody else instead of making the decisions is taking some getting used to. But at the same time studying here, at the Institute of Metaphysics, presents a unique opportunity. I spent so much time in places where magic was outlawed or at least restricted and where I had to hide what I was to avoid imprisonment or worse. Here I have the unique opportunity to learn more about the power that I was given and, perhaps, find a topic that is truly worth researching and that will make sure that future generations remember me – as more than just the little brother of Stefan Amielle of Lysoria.
“Do you know where the professor is?” the girl that sat next to him suddenly asked. Victor closed his diary – he had been so busy writing that he had lost track of what was happening around him – and looked at her. She was pretty, with caramel skin, brown eyes and long black locks that fell over her shoulders, and she was wearing a thin white linen dress that came down to just below her knees as well as brown leather sandals. “She hasn’t shown up yet. At least I think that our professor is a woman. She could also be a man. What do you say if you don’t know somebody’s gender? It? I don’t want to say ‘it’ to a person! That’s just wrong!”
“I think that you say ‘they’, and no, I don’t know where they are”, Victor replied, taken a little aback by how fast the girl had been talking and looked at the desk that stood at the front of the classroom to make sure that the professor had not shown up in the meantime. There still was not anybody there. Around him the other students, most of them a little younger than he was, were chatting, leafing through their textbooks or playing games in order to pass the time. In fact he could see two young men sitting in the row in front of him, playing cards and sharing a bottle of what was most likely some sort of cheap alcoholic beverage, as if they were currently in a tavern rather than a university.
He grinned at them when they briefly looked in his direction and tipped his non-existent hat in order to show them that he had no problem with their little bit of rule-breaking before he turned back to the girl who was looking at him expectantly and rifled through his notes. He had not memorized the names of all of his professors yet. “Migh Gir, right?” he asked and pointed at a page where he had drawn a simple timetable in order to keep track of the classes that he had decided to attend that sason. “Maybe one of us should go and ask. The secretary has to know more. Do you want to go or shall I do so?”
“I’ll go”, the girl decided. “I need some fresh air anyway."
Being a student again after all these arcs feel strange. I led expeditions. I guarded caravans on their way through the desert. I spent entire seasons in the wilderness. To lose that independence and listen to somebody else instead of making the decisions is taking some getting used to. But at the same time studying here, at the Institute of Metaphysics, presents a unique opportunity. I spent so much time in places where magic was outlawed or at least restricted and where I had to hide what I was to avoid imprisonment or worse. Here I have the unique opportunity to learn more about the power that I was given and, perhaps, find a topic that is truly worth researching and that will make sure that future generations remember me – as more than just the little brother of Stefan Amielle of Lysoria.
“Do you know where the professor is?” the girl that sat next to him suddenly asked. Victor closed his diary – he had been so busy writing that he had lost track of what was happening around him – and looked at her. She was pretty, with caramel skin, brown eyes and long black locks that fell over her shoulders, and she was wearing a thin white linen dress that came down to just below her knees as well as brown leather sandals. “She hasn’t shown up yet. At least I think that our professor is a woman. She could also be a man. What do you say if you don’t know somebody’s gender? It? I don’t want to say ‘it’ to a person! That’s just wrong!”
“I think that you say ‘they’, and no, I don’t know where they are”, Victor replied, taken a little aback by how fast the girl had been talking and looked at the desk that stood at the front of the classroom to make sure that the professor had not shown up in the meantime. There still was not anybody there. Around him the other students, most of them a little younger than he was, were chatting, leafing through their textbooks or playing games in order to pass the time. In fact he could see two young men sitting in the row in front of him, playing cards and sharing a bottle of what was most likely some sort of cheap alcoholic beverage, as if they were currently in a tavern rather than a university.
He grinned at them when they briefly looked in his direction and tipped his non-existent hat in order to show them that he had no problem with their little bit of rule-breaking before he turned back to the girl who was looking at him expectantly and rifled through his notes. He had not memorized the names of all of his professors yet. “Migh Gir, right?” he asked and pointed at a page where he had drawn a simple timetable in order to keep track of the classes that he had decided to attend that sason. “Maybe one of us should go and ask. The secretary has to know more. Do you want to go or shall I do so?”
“I’ll go”, the girl decided. “I need some fresh air anyway."
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