Paper Heart
Junior Member
Ah, admissions. Ah, the beginning of another term.
This being Silvyn's third term attending the University, he was mostly prepared for the admissions madness. He headed outside, leaving his dormitory for the sunny courtyards that led into the main square. Here, the drawings for admissions slots would be held. Seeing the sun was peaking over the tiled roofs, he shed his cloak and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. It was a hotter day than he'd presumed, and weather as good as this made for the perfect conditions for a trip across the river to Imre ... He's keep that in mind, perhaps he's go over that evening.
At that moment, however, he got in line to draw his slot and forgot about everything else. He hoped he drew a decent slot, although he wasn't afraid of having a high tuition. He could afford it. And he was intelligent, and had spent the entirety of the last three days studying in the Archives, so he wasn't afraid that he'd botch them too badly. But this was always an anxious time, new students coming in, new friends and enemies to be made. All the like ...
Silvyn worried his lip, looking about for familiar faces in the crowd as they gathered around and split into the lines.
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Eleyi huffed a breath of agitation. Too many people, too little space. Instead of the square, he headed for the Artificery. Perhaps he could start on the plans to a new project before the square emptied out so he could fetch his slot. He would take his sweet time, although he was inwardly anxious about the cost of his admissions this year. He was a Re'lar, and his coinpurse would show for it after admissions were over. Also, he was not wealthy like many of the students. He mostly provided for himself, though his parents were his crutch if he was in dire straights. Also, he only took a few selective classes and was virtually unprepared for the questions that would come from Masters whose classes he hadn't taken. Banishing those thoughts from his head, he walked the edge of the square and slipped into the wide street that lead to the Artificery.
Before Eleyi could get there, however, he saw a group of people he'd never seen at the University before. That didn't necessarily mean they hadn't attended the Arcanum for any term prior - Eleyi wasn't much of a social butterfly - but they caught his eye and he halted for a moment, contemplating the urge to go over and speak to them.
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Jharni grinned, loving the sun and the bustle of it all. She knew many people who detested and feared admissions, but she thought this had to be one of her favorite times of the year. The weather was brilliant and there was so much excitement. Newcomers from all over the Four Corners of civilization, the prospect of new adventures and new friendships, start of classes, and everything else. She was faithful in her ability to ace the admissions, but the cost did worry her. She was poor. She wouldn't lie about that, couldn't lie to herself. She would have to work extra hard and limit her want to splurge on unnecessary things like a new bow for her old viol or paper and ink or a new dress for summer. The one she wore now was her second best, out of the three she owned. It was yellow and dainty, and it billowed prettily when she skipped. It was relatively short, though, so she kept the skipping to a minimum.
As she stepped into the square, she had to squeeze through the crowd. She was little so it was easy, and she stopped paying attention to all the people around her, focusing on the line she was trying to get into when she walked straight into someone, someone she'd never met.
This being Silvyn's third term attending the University, he was mostly prepared for the admissions madness. He headed outside, leaving his dormitory for the sunny courtyards that led into the main square. Here, the drawings for admissions slots would be held. Seeing the sun was peaking over the tiled roofs, he shed his cloak and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. It was a hotter day than he'd presumed, and weather as good as this made for the perfect conditions for a trip across the river to Imre ... He's keep that in mind, perhaps he's go over that evening.
At that moment, however, he got in line to draw his slot and forgot about everything else. He hoped he drew a decent slot, although he wasn't afraid of having a high tuition. He could afford it. And he was intelligent, and had spent the entirety of the last three days studying in the Archives, so he wasn't afraid that he'd botch them too badly. But this was always an anxious time, new students coming in, new friends and enemies to be made. All the like ...
Silvyn worried his lip, looking about for familiar faces in the crowd as they gathered around and split into the lines.
___________________________________
Eleyi huffed a breath of agitation. Too many people, too little space. Instead of the square, he headed for the Artificery. Perhaps he could start on the plans to a new project before the square emptied out so he could fetch his slot. He would take his sweet time, although he was inwardly anxious about the cost of his admissions this year. He was a Re'lar, and his coinpurse would show for it after admissions were over. Also, he was not wealthy like many of the students. He mostly provided for himself, though his parents were his crutch if he was in dire straights. Also, he only took a few selective classes and was virtually unprepared for the questions that would come from Masters whose classes he hadn't taken. Banishing those thoughts from his head, he walked the edge of the square and slipped into the wide street that lead to the Artificery.
Before Eleyi could get there, however, he saw a group of people he'd never seen at the University before. That didn't necessarily mean they hadn't attended the Arcanum for any term prior - Eleyi wasn't much of a social butterfly - but they caught his eye and he halted for a moment, contemplating the urge to go over and speak to them.
___________________________________
Jharni grinned, loving the sun and the bustle of it all. She knew many people who detested and feared admissions, but she thought this had to be one of her favorite times of the year. The weather was brilliant and there was so much excitement. Newcomers from all over the Four Corners of civilization, the prospect of new adventures and new friendships, start of classes, and everything else. She was faithful in her ability to ace the admissions, but the cost did worry her. She was poor. She wouldn't lie about that, couldn't lie to herself. She would have to work extra hard and limit her want to splurge on unnecessary things like a new bow for her old viol or paper and ink or a new dress for summer. The one she wore now was her second best, out of the three she owned. It was yellow and dainty, and it billowed prettily when she skipped. It was relatively short, though, so she kept the skipping to a minimum.
As she stepped into the square, she had to squeeze through the crowd. She was little so it was easy, and she stopped paying attention to all the people around her, focusing on the line she was trying to get into when she walked straight into someone, someone she'd never met.
