The Start of a New Semester

[Farris Wolf]

Farris had traveled from the capitol to the Academy in a short time. He had left a note for Lucca to be given to her a few days after he had been enrolled. He had no idea who was the professors or who was heading the school. He had just heard about the place. He had also heard talk of the classes. The one that interested him the most was the Military History and Tactics class. He had wrote the letter and almost set out instantly upon hearing that. His horse saddled and such with a new saddle and the items he would need on the road including his weapons were all strapped to the saddle. As he was riding out he grinned at a young private running across the wall on some errand. He laughed as he set out. He soon after the quick pace he had set out from the start arrived at the Academy. He unsaddled his own horse and brushed him down. He let the stable boy do the rest for his sake. He gave the boy a little silver and patted him on the head as he headed inside. The sunlight outside hit him full on as he walked out. The moments he had been outside his eyes already used to darkness burned as he put a hand over his eyes getting used to the light for a few seconds before heading down a hall. He quietly stopped a young gentleman walking down the hallway and asked where do you sign up for classes. The young man pointed to the left and gave directions. With a few questions to make sure what I was hearing I set off.

Following the directions the young man had given me I soon was getting closer to the bulletin board and pulling around a corner I saw it. I moved over to it and looked for the registry. I saw Military History and Tactics and listed my name before even looking at the professor’s name. Then as he finished scribbling his name under a man named Charlie he saw it. It was Kahlan. He grimaced slightly and then signed up for the other class he wanted. Mathematics and Physics was right there and he signed up for it quickly. He had always been good with sums and such. Now he would put it to the real test of an academy. He sighed and looked over the board getting Kahlans office location.

He set off again. His mind wondering what he would say to the queen as he stood in front of her door. He knocked and waited for someone to answer hoping she would be there of course.

(*Does a dance does a dance.* Longest post I have ever done. Oh yeah)

[Dr. Alyce Graff]

Dr. Graff sniffed as Kirihito left her office, brown eyes turning to look upon the grey bird on her perch. She smiled absently, watching the beak ruffle feathers and push aside a wing. Truth be told she hadn’t written much herself. Mostly they were equations, perfected and new to help in the figuring out of chemical sequences and mathematical hardships. Slowly, she went back to the chair, slipping book after book into their appropriate, though haphazard, places.

She spent long minutes doing this, absently thinking. While thinking, books were placed upside down, one even fell flat as she turned for more books and she merely shelved them on top of it’s haplessly fallen side. Not a professor? Her lips pursed. Dr. Carter knew what he was doing, she knew. He was obviously a learned man and no doubt graceful as well. Handsome in an exotic way, though the thought, combined with the previous one caused her to blush and drop a book completely. Business, Alyce, business.

She would have completely forgotten the appointment she had only just made were it not for Felicity. “Lunch!” Dr. Graff blinked, stopping within the motion of pushing a spine in, flush against the shelf behind it. “Oh yes!” She slipped from the chair, looking this way and that as she dragged her hands down the front of her jeans. Did she have to do anything before leaving? They trailed across Felicity, the half empty boxes, the shelves that certainly needed more work. Not that she could think of. She smiled. “Perhaps I’ll hire you as my assistant, hm Felicity?” She laughed, fingers lifting to cover her lips as her teeth showed themselves.

Not practical she knew. She would just have to wait until someone applied for the job until she’d be completely organized. She would never get around to it, she knew. Especially not with classes quickly approaching. She tucked her hands in her pockets, finally appearing within Kirihito’s door frame. “Sorry I’m late!” It was a genuine apology, one that she made often.