[Syrlya isn't used to a scholarly environment, but he does like to learn and they're offering some free education, so of course he at least goes to look at the school. Clad in uniform.
Like any hero he has the attention of multiple students vying for his attention. At first it's only a couple, trying to grill him with personality questions to determine which branch he suits (obviously, one of there's). But then there's another, and two more, and two more who are all interested in getting one of the strangest-looking heroes into their classes. Think of the bragging rights!
Syrlya shifts up on his toes and looks over their heads nervously until he spots another hero and waves. Enthusiastically. Help??]
[TWO B]
[Once he has the breathing room to make it to the administrative building, he's very thoughtfully reviewing an entire list of classes and the four branches. He flips back and forth between the same page multiple times.]
These are all very specific. I don't suppose it matters if you choose the wrong color, does it...? [Or the wrong class.]
[JOB: LETTER WRITING]
[But the excitement of magic school hasn't cause him to forget about his letters. So he's sitting in a public room in Cassia near the hero's quarters with a stack of paper and a pen. Beside his feet is a watering can with his name engraved on it, holding a smiling sunflower that hums and grins at the passers-by.
There's some half-written sheets and a slightly crumpled parchment to his side, but his attention doesn't seem to be on them. Instead he's staring out the open window, tapping the pen.]
How quiet... [Except there are birds loudly chirping outside and heroes back and forth through the halls, so it isn't very quiet at all?]
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[Syrlya isn't used to a scholarly environment, but he does like to learn and they're offering some free education, so of course he at least goes to look at the school. Clad in uniform.
Like any hero he has the attention of multiple students vying for his attention. At first it's only a couple, trying to grill him with personality questions to determine which branch he suits (obviously, one of there's). But then there's another, and two more, and two more who are all interested in getting one of the strangest-looking heroes into their classes. Think of the bragging rights!
Syrlya shifts up on his toes and looks over their heads nervously until he spots another hero and waves. Enthusiastically. Help??]
[TWO B]
[Once he has the breathing room to make it to the administrative building, he's very thoughtfully reviewing an entire list of classes and the four branches. He flips back and forth between the same page multiple times.]
These are all very specific. I don't suppose it matters if you choose the wrong color, does it...? [Or the wrong class.]
[JOB: LETTER WRITING]
[But the excitement of magic school hasn't cause him to forget about his letters. So he's sitting in a public room in Cassia near the hero's quarters with a stack of paper and a pen. Beside his feet is a watering can with his name engraved on it, holding a smiling sunflower that hums and grins at the passers-by.
There's some half-written sheets and a slightly crumpled parchment to his side, but his attention doesn't seem to be on them. Instead he's staring out the open window, tapping the pen.]
How quiet... [Except there are birds loudly chirping outside and heroes back and forth through the halls, so it isn't very quiet at all?]