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Excitement and trepidation blended together in the heart of Feä Mindalië. In her hand she clutched the first Pass of her College studentship, and she'd but to present it to the sentries at the gates of the College, and she could go forth into the City itself, Elbion proper, and do as she pleased until came that time for her to return. This Pass was but for a weekend alone, a mere two days, and yet with her studies behind her and naught for her to work on, the Pass whispered to her like the wind itself, promising freedom.
It was not as though Feä viewed the College as a jail, no. In truth, she only applied for a Pass because of such excitement displayed by her fellow students for it. And now, standing just shy of the gates themselves, Feä found the excitement draining out of her and leaving only that trepidation in its absence. She had known naught but rigid structure all her life, and the word of her father Arunwë was as law in the house of Mindalië, especially so with regard to her (her rebelliousness notwithstanding). So had she structure in the house of Mindalië; she had structure within the College too. Freedom, though she desired it greatly in rapturous moments of heart and while slumbering deeply in dreams, she could easily find frightening.
And a new terror struck. What if she should encounter one of her own family, an elf of the Mindalië, outside the walls of the College? Stars Forbid, what if she should be kidnapped again, dragged through the desert, bereft of food and hope at the hands of cruel captors?
But she thought then of her Mentor—he who had saved her from that selfsame kidnapping. And she feared no more. Hiding from shadows ever kept one from basking in light.
So Feä approached the sentries, and handed over her Pass, and into the city of Elbion she went.
Never had Feä, in all her contentious childhood, been allowed by her father and family to venture out from home unescorted. To walk now, by herself, through these very streets she had seen ever and anon in the presence of supervising family, still this felt strange to her. It was not her first time, no, for this she had done upon returning to Elbion after her Mentor had rescued her. But the strangeness lingered.
Yet its strength failed, and failed quickly. Soon was it smothered by wonder, and Feä dared venture where never her eyes had fallen before. To the Port District, to the Merchant District, wherever her whim led her, she went.
And she went among the stores and the shops in the busyness of the Elbion afternoon, and she looked in through windows at the work of crafts she herself had done in childhood. She gazed upon jewelry in jewelry shops, and upon clothes of styles hitherto unseen in tailoring shops, and upon the works of carpenters in their woodworking shops, and so on did she go, in her visage an earnest and innocent awe for the beauty of things her eyes beheld. The Mindalië scorned the crafts of the "Lesser races", but Feä looked upon them with heartfelt astonishment.
Her stomach gently intruded. A little rumble. High was the sun, and it arced now past noon, and she'd not yet eaten.
And so Feä with what allotment money she had searched then for cookshops, and she found one. Noodles, so they sold, sourced from beyond the Allirian Strait, and topped were these noodles with a small variety of vegetables and a special sauce. All served in a bowl. Feä found it charming.
She stood now underneath the awning of the cookshop (for it had no seats inside nor out, and customers were served through a large window). She stood with her bowl in hand and delicately did she eat, mindful of her manners even in so novel a circumstance of dining.
Mongrel
It was not as though Feä viewed the College as a jail, no. In truth, she only applied for a Pass because of such excitement displayed by her fellow students for it. And now, standing just shy of the gates themselves, Feä found the excitement draining out of her and leaving only that trepidation in its absence. She had known naught but rigid structure all her life, and the word of her father Arunwë was as law in the house of Mindalië, especially so with regard to her (her rebelliousness notwithstanding). So had she structure in the house of Mindalië; she had structure within the College too. Freedom, though she desired it greatly in rapturous moments of heart and while slumbering deeply in dreams, she could easily find frightening.
And a new terror struck. What if she should encounter one of her own family, an elf of the Mindalië, outside the walls of the College? Stars Forbid, what if she should be kidnapped again, dragged through the desert, bereft of food and hope at the hands of cruel captors?
But she thought then of her Mentor—he who had saved her from that selfsame kidnapping. And she feared no more. Hiding from shadows ever kept one from basking in light.
So Feä approached the sentries, and handed over her Pass, and into the city of Elbion she went.
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Never had Feä, in all her contentious childhood, been allowed by her father and family to venture out from home unescorted. To walk now, by herself, through these very streets she had seen ever and anon in the presence of supervising family, still this felt strange to her. It was not her first time, no, for this she had done upon returning to Elbion after her Mentor had rescued her. But the strangeness lingered.
Yet its strength failed, and failed quickly. Soon was it smothered by wonder, and Feä dared venture where never her eyes had fallen before. To the Port District, to the Merchant District, wherever her whim led her, she went.
And she went among the stores and the shops in the busyness of the Elbion afternoon, and she looked in through windows at the work of crafts she herself had done in childhood. She gazed upon jewelry in jewelry shops, and upon clothes of styles hitherto unseen in tailoring shops, and upon the works of carpenters in their woodworking shops, and so on did she go, in her visage an earnest and innocent awe for the beauty of things her eyes beheld. The Mindalië scorned the crafts of the "Lesser races", but Feä looked upon them with heartfelt astonishment.
Her stomach gently intruded. A little rumble. High was the sun, and it arced now past noon, and she'd not yet eaten.
And so Feä with what allotment money she had searched then for cookshops, and she found one. Noodles, so they sold, sourced from beyond the Allirian Strait, and topped were these noodles with a small variety of vegetables and a special sauce. All served in a bowl. Feä found it charming.
She stood now underneath the awning of the cookshop (for it had no seats inside nor out, and customers were served through a large window). She stood with her bowl in hand and delicately did she eat, mindful of her manners even in so novel a circumstance of dining.
Mongrel