Dingo
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In the Age of Chronicles
Fall, 13th of Garda, 373
Within the halls of Elbion College
The School of Cosmic and Astral Study
Scholar Linolet Perinhome prepared for the gathered. Her heart aflutter as she paced back and forth in the narrow hall behind the stage.
Maesters, fellow students, influential and curious minds had all come to the Planetarium to hear of her latest finding.
She muttered to herself, quick little words beneath her breath as she paced in the back room, going over the key points of her speech again and again.
The Triennial Syzygy.
The natural fluctuations in the ley lines that occur during the Day of Darkness.
The anomalies that had been detected by their researchers in the weave and mysts of magic, afield, and close to Elbion itself. Things that matched no record that was kept in the annals of their College.
"It's time, Lin, are you ready?"
Linolet startled. "Maester Wei," she said. Cleared her throat. Face crinkled and twist, bore a smile bundled by nerves as she shrunk. "And if I'm not?"
Maester Wei gave a sharp smile, her eyes knowing and sure. "Then I'll steal your spotlight, and claim your findings as my own, simple as that,"
Linolet laughed. "Well, least the thief would be prettier this time,"
"Come on," she motioned her toward the door. "You are ready,"
Linolet took one more breath. Long and measured. Huffed it out. Nod. "I'm ready,"
Fall, 13th of Garda, 373
Within the halls of Elbion College
The School of Cosmic and Astral Study
Maesters, fellow students, influential and curious minds had all come to the Planetarium to hear of her latest finding.
She muttered to herself, quick little words beneath her breath as she paced in the back room, going over the key points of her speech again and again.
The Triennial Syzygy.
The natural fluctuations in the ley lines that occur during the Day of Darkness.
The anomalies that had been detected by their researchers in the weave and mysts of magic, afield, and close to Elbion itself. Things that matched no record that was kept in the annals of their College.
"It's time, Lin, are you ready?"
Linolet startled. "Maester Wei," she said. Cleared her throat. Face crinkled and twist, bore a smile bundled by nerves as she shrunk. "And if I'm not?"
Maester Wei gave a sharp smile, her eyes knowing and sure. "Then I'll steal your spotlight, and claim your findings as my own, simple as that,"
Linolet laughed. "Well, least the thief would be prettier this time,"
"Come on," she motioned her toward the door. "You are ready,"
Linolet took one more breath. Long and measured. Huffed it out. Nod. "I'm ready,"