First day of lessons (mdu/nightshade)

[Anonymous]

[OOC I decided to start it just before lessons okay ^^]

Emora was usually a morning person but right now she was hanging half off her bed, upside down, trapped in the bed clothes and deciphering the clock upside. Only to discover she was not late! Which was a wonder. She hadn't slept in a proper bed in a while and was sure she'd oversleep. But she hadn't thankfully. Naressa seemed a little scary and Emora did not want to be late today, for today was her first day of lessons!

     She knew some wind mage and healing magic but it was unpolished. She had been alerted to this not long ago when she was reunited with her sister. Her strength had been astonishing. And it was all thanks to Naressa. So when Emora heard that her sister's teacher wanted students she instantly decided to go. She would be as strong as Dalisme.

     After some wriggling, Emora freed herself and slumped onto the floor. She rolled over before pulling herself to her feet. After stretching she retrieved her folded dress from the chair she had placed it on the night before. Since she only really had with her the clothes she was wearing when she arrived she had been forced to sleep in her underwear. She could sew however so when she had settled in she'd have to see about making herself some more clothes. Maybe something white and purple similar to what Dalisme always wore; nothing quite so masculine though, the earth mage always had been a tom boy.

     Once she was dressed Emora stepped into the corridor, which unlike her room was rather cold. It wasn't worth grabbing her cloak though unless they were going outside so she would manage for now. Opposite her room was her fellow student Syliva's room. It was hard to tell whether she was up or not and Emora wondered whether she should knock and check. Considering that the nymph might already be downstairs though she decided against it.

     Gradually Emora made her way down stairs, not getting lost once surprisingly. They were supposed to be meeting Naressa in the library at 9 o'clock but it was only 8 o'clock. There was still an hour to go. Maybe she'd see if anyone was in the kitchen, breakfast was the most important meal of the day after all. She felt too nervous to eat much but maybe the cook wouldn't mind if she just sat in there until it was time.

     She headed down the corridor to the kitchen and pushed the door open gently.

     "Um, hello?"
 
[OOC This seems a little 'stream of consciousnessy to me but...meh]

[Anonymous]

Johnathan was removing a fresh loaf of hot bread from an open oven when he heard one of the students calling. It made him lose concentration and he ended up grabbing the wrong part of the tin, burning his hand. 'Hellleoooch!' he said. He sucked on his hand and looked up, blushing slightly in embaressment. The kitchen was a bit of a mess, just the way the cook had left it before she went to the garden. 'Um, hello. Would you, er, like some fresh bread?'

He moved some of the kitchen pots and pans asside so the lady would have some room to sit down and eat. He pulled a dry cloth out of the apron the cook had lent him - which was bright pink and frilly - and wiped down the bench of all the flour and the grated cheese he had added to the thick, heavy dough.
 
Cooking was one of the only times where Johnathan wasn't obviously inadequate. Even though he didn't have much power needed for pyromancy, he could still passively tell just how hot the fire was and how far off it was what it needed to be. This meant that he only needed a little bit of energy to control the fire and make the bread turn out near-perfect each time. It was a shame he couldn't apply his magic to more interesting, useful things.

'Oh, I'm Johnathan,' he said, 'the failed fire mage.'

[Anonymous]

Sylvia fell out of bed and woke up on impact with the wooden floor. Damn these beds, they were all made for those of human height! But when you were vertically challenged, as the politically correct term now was, then even the easiest of tasks proved quite bothersome.

With a grunt, she untangled herself from the bed sheets and glared at her reflection in the mirror. The sprite in the mirror had bad bed hair and glared back. Sylvia ran a brush through her silver hair and then headed into the bathroom, now wide awake after the manner in which she woke up.

She quickly washed and pulled on an assortment of green clothes- leggings, leaf skirt, cotton top, before struggling with a pair of soft ankle high boots. Sylvia checked the time piece that was atop her dresser, and swore. Bolting downstairs, she stopped and then backtracked to the kitchen. Hell, if she was already late, then it wouldn't be any harm to grab some breakfast on the way.

She sprinted into the kitchen and collided with a large mountain.

"Oooof," she grunted, rolling off her backside. Squinting upwards, she recognised the mountain as being the guy who'd been juggling fireballs the other day. "Hey...you're..." she began, but then she spotted the bread rolls that were resting on a silver tray, cooling in the morning air. "Sorry, no time to explain, I'm laaaate!!" With a nimble twist, she reached over and grabbed one before exiting as fast as she'd entered.

Chewing the last mouthful furiously, she burst into the library at five minutes past nine, with a sick feeling in her stomach.

[Anonymous]

"Are you alright?" Emora said with concern when the boy burned his hands.

     He seemed alright however, just embarrassed. That probably had been partly her fault though.

     "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to distract you."

       When he offered her some bread she politely declined.

     "No thank you, I'm too nervously to eat," she said, blushing slightly, "It's smells really nice though. Oh I'm Emora by the way, Emora Pane-."

     Her sentence was interrupted however when Sylvia collided with Jonathan. She seemed like she was in a hurry. Why would that be, they had plenty of time. She glanced towards the clock and discovered that no they didn't, it was already 9 o'clock. They were late! Either the kitchen clock was wrong or the one in her room was. By the way Slyvia was running, it suggested that it wasn't Emora's clock.

     Sylvia grabbed a bread roll and burst out of the kitchen door.

     "Um, I'm sorry Jonathan," Emorae said, curtseying slightly, before following the nymph.

     She made it to the library at seven minutes past nine since she couldn't run quite as fast as the harpy. But to her relief, Naressa wasn't there. Maybe she was running late as well.

[Anonymous]

Johnathan shook his head and smiled at her and showed her his hands. They were rather soft from lack of manual labour but did have a few burns where he had tried - and usually failed - at using his magic. 'It's fine,' he said. ''Appens all the time.'

When the girl ran out his forehead wrinkled and his eyebrows furrowed. Even he knew it was silly to run around in a kitchen in his vicinity. They didn't hurt themselves however so he waved before turning back to clean up the kitchen. Hopefully when he was finished the cook would let him out and he could watch the girls' lesson. He could bring the cheese-bread too since only the nymph had eaten anything. He could even dust and wipe the library so he didn't appear unproductive.

How long would the lessons last? If they lasted until lunch he wouldn't be able to stay the whole lesson. He'd have to come back to the kitchen, he guessed, and help with the midday meal.

[Anonymous]

OK, so she'd looked like a fool and sprinted for nothing then. Naressa wasn't here. Instead, there was one nymph, breathing heavily, with red cheeks and a slightly quizzical countenance. Whilst she got her breath back, Sylvia took her time to have a glance around the library.

It was pretty old and elegant; the main theme being dark mahogany. She suspected the look Naressa had been going for was imposing. There were a few levels to the library, with balconies that enabled those on higher floors to gaze down and take in the whole magnitude of the place. There also seemed to be no end to the amount of bookshelves.

Near the main entrance though, two plants sat in pots, acting as sentinels. Sylvia squatted beside one of them, and began to coo at it gently.

"Hey there green guy, where's your keeper then? Where's the one who runs this place?" The plant gave no response. Plant magic and Sylvia hadn't really connected. Sometimes she could feel the essence of the plants, but most times it was like talking to a brick wall. Either that, or they'd unanimously decided to unite against her.

Just then Emora burst in. With a start, Sylvia straightened up to her full height, and coughed. "So...late too, huh?"