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- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Kiren was taking a walk around the University to try and calm himself. He had just been before the Nine Masters to discuss his position here. He had expected to be told his tuition was to be raised or that he wasn't welcome here anymore. Instead, Elxa Dal, Master of Sympathy (that is what their magic is called) told him that he was to sponsoring him in his promotion to Re'lar from a lowly E'lir. His tuition would be much high next term and he would have to work harder on his Sympathy, even taking on extra duties for Elxa Dal to try and impress him. Today was to be the first of those duties. He was going to tutor an E'lir who was freshly admitted into the Arcanum.
All of this had him rather shaken. He was only nineteen after all. Most students joined the University at nineteen or older. And it usually took nearly three years to become a Re'lar. He had done it in just one and a half. So he was walking to clear his head. He walked past the Mews, which he would now have to move from the E'lir dorms within to the Re'lar floor, the Medica, where he considered asking Master Arwyl for something to calm his stomach, and even out to the Fishery, the sound of grinding metal and chipping stone calming him a little. The University was such a busy place.
But soon he was standing in front of the Archives waiting for his charge to arrive. But there was another reason for his nerves. His student was a female, something rare at the University. It was a ten to one ratio and even if she wasn't pretty, she was one of very few choices. So he tried to look his best. He had changed into his finest shirt, which wasn't great. But it was hole free and a rich blue color. His pants were plain and he was wearing a new pair of shoes. And perched on his nose were a rough pair of glasses, the frames bent and repaired in a dozen places. His hair was shaggy and unkempt but it was clean and straight, hanging in his face every time he looked down.
All of this had him rather shaken. He was only nineteen after all. Most students joined the University at nineteen or older. And it usually took nearly three years to become a Re'lar. He had done it in just one and a half. So he was walking to clear his head. He walked past the Mews, which he would now have to move from the E'lir dorms within to the Re'lar floor, the Medica, where he considered asking Master Arwyl for something to calm his stomach, and even out to the Fishery, the sound of grinding metal and chipping stone calming him a little. The University was such a busy place.
But soon he was standing in front of the Archives waiting for his charge to arrive. But there was another reason for his nerves. His student was a female, something rare at the University. It was a ten to one ratio and even if she wasn't pretty, she was one of very few choices. So he tried to look his best. He had changed into his finest shirt, which wasn't great. But it was hole free and a rich blue color. His pants were plain and he was wearing a new pair of shoes. And perched on his nose were a rough pair of glasses, the frames bent and repaired in a dozen places. His hair was shaggy and unkempt but it was clean and straight, hanging in his face every time he looked down.