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Maester Ulman of Feä's Martial Pursuit and Magical Application class bid her aside one day. He offered some small praise for her progress, to which Feä returned humble gratitude, and then he proceeded to his main point.
"You strike me as a more adventurous student—that is, adventure being worthy of you."
"What do you mean?"
Ulman placed his hands on his hips and gathered his thoughts; he had surmised of Feä her peculiarities, namely how she was quick and intuitive in some regards, and simpler and lacking understanding in others. Her wits were of a particular nature.
"The College offers many paths for growth and learning. There are many, of course, who prefer study, and a certain degree of mastery, before they challenge the world. Some would rather wait fully until their course here at the College is complete. Some seek no adventure at all, and this even is to their strength, as they might excel at lore, scholarship, advising, and all such things. But some, Feä, some of our students not only learn best by practical experience, but seek it." He swept his hand out toward the perimeter of the College grounds, as the class took place outside in a courtyard. "These walls are not a boon to them."
And struck was Feä by this last part. She had been surrounded by walls nearly all her life—walls not necessarily of physical make—and rarely had she enjoyed freedom. Yet she knew deeply her dependence on structure, on walls, and she despised it. In the familiar, in the known, in safety, could no liberation be found. And though the unfamiliar brought with it trepidation, this she knew she needed to conquer, else ever would she live within her father Arunwë's design.
So Feä nodded to Maester Ulman, and she said, "And they are not a boon to me."
Feä trembled with excitement, a small and eager smile gracing her visage, as she packed her things for travel. Maester Ulman had given to her a list of possibles she might want to bring, and she attended to these, sourcing what she did not yet have through purchase while out on pass in the city. And she called from memory her long journey with her Mentor, their travel over the rough lands her would-be slavers had taken her—and here was the font of happiness behind her smile. Truly she had never been more free, more engaged in wonder, more loving of life, than during her journey with her Mentor, and this field assignment called forth a delightful echo of that.
She was to be paired with an older student, a human, Bliss Gradimir. Maester Ulman said that this was quite standard, and that even those students (and graduates) who were more seasoned did still prefer the surety of company, both for acquaintance and safety. Feä did not mind it all. Though she was often shy and inward of nature, rather would she travel into the unfamiliar with a companion.
They were to meet with Professor Istra Lejeune, who would have for them the details of their assignment. But Feä endeavored to meet with Bliss early, at her room—if indeed she was there.
So with her pack set, she wove through the halls of the Dormitory Wing of the College, sea of a doors and labyrinth of corners it was. At last she arrived at the room of Bliss Gradimir.
And she knocked on the door.
Bliss
"You strike me as a more adventurous student—that is, adventure being worthy of you."
"What do you mean?"
Ulman placed his hands on his hips and gathered his thoughts; he had surmised of Feä her peculiarities, namely how she was quick and intuitive in some regards, and simpler and lacking understanding in others. Her wits were of a particular nature.
"The College offers many paths for growth and learning. There are many, of course, who prefer study, and a certain degree of mastery, before they challenge the world. Some would rather wait fully until their course here at the College is complete. Some seek no adventure at all, and this even is to their strength, as they might excel at lore, scholarship, advising, and all such things. But some, Feä, some of our students not only learn best by practical experience, but seek it." He swept his hand out toward the perimeter of the College grounds, as the class took place outside in a courtyard. "These walls are not a boon to them."
And struck was Feä by this last part. She had been surrounded by walls nearly all her life—walls not necessarily of physical make—and rarely had she enjoyed freedom. Yet she knew deeply her dependence on structure, on walls, and she despised it. In the familiar, in the known, in safety, could no liberation be found. And though the unfamiliar brought with it trepidation, this she knew she needed to conquer, else ever would she live within her father Arunwë's design.
So Feä nodded to Maester Ulman, and she said, "And they are not a boon to me."
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Feä trembled with excitement, a small and eager smile gracing her visage, as she packed her things for travel. Maester Ulman had given to her a list of possibles she might want to bring, and she attended to these, sourcing what she did not yet have through purchase while out on pass in the city. And she called from memory her long journey with her Mentor, their travel over the rough lands her would-be slavers had taken her—and here was the font of happiness behind her smile. Truly she had never been more free, more engaged in wonder, more loving of life, than during her journey with her Mentor, and this field assignment called forth a delightful echo of that.
She was to be paired with an older student, a human, Bliss Gradimir. Maester Ulman said that this was quite standard, and that even those students (and graduates) who were more seasoned did still prefer the surety of company, both for acquaintance and safety. Feä did not mind it all. Though she was often shy and inward of nature, rather would she travel into the unfamiliar with a companion.
They were to meet with Professor Istra Lejeune, who would have for them the details of their assignment. But Feä endeavored to meet with Bliss early, at her room—if indeed she was there.
So with her pack set, she wove through the halls of the Dormitory Wing of the College, sea of a doors and labyrinth of corners it was. At last she arrived at the room of Bliss Gradimir.
And she knocked on the door.
Bliss
