Field of Practical Application | Mid-Afternoon
Cold, wet and gloomy.
And entirely not outside weather.
Yet, Athrym found herself strolling to the University Lawns with a smile on her face, tilting her face skyward so the fat raindrops washed over her pale skin and wicked into the rich black neck of her fitted dress. Her damp platinum locks curled slightly in the wet weather, and her skirt was slightly muddied, but the blonde Ambassador didn’t care.
She was meeting the professor for her first proper lesson.
Her smile broadened into a private grin, lips painted with a rich red hue and cheeks pink with fond memories of their previous time together, unable to stop the warmth that hummed in her field. Their explorations had been far less studious in nature, far less professional...
But far more deviously exciting.
Lifting her vibrant green gaze from the ground before her, to the rain hazed and pockmarked lawn before her, the Gioran looked for the familiar red haired Anaxi with chin high and a casually aloof expression. They had agreed, when all was said and done, that they would meet with on the first of Loshis to begin their lessons in Physical conversation. All entirely off the cuff and casual as it were.
Truth be told, Athrym hadn’t stopped thinking about Nauleth ever since.
She’d of course, played her most professional and respectable part of Ambassador during their catch ups in school hours, but the evenings were wildly filled with all the imaginings they could muster. It wasn’t just enjoyable, not on a physical level, but on a personal level. The blonde had been so driven to fulfil her mother’s expectations as a student, that she’d never made a friend to joke and laugh with, to share things no one else knew like her secret newly developed fascination with Rex Manblade and Destiny Darling.
What would mother say?
It was distracting, in both good and bad ways. The blonde wasn’t sure what she could call the way her stomach turned in knots when she saw Nauleth Siordanti, but it wasn’t fear or anxiety. It was...distracting.
“Not today. Today is an utterly focused day of practical application and dedicated study.” The pale woman muttered under her breath, dragging her delicately manicured fingertips through her hair to pull it back into a high ponytail as she waited for the man.
Electricity and Light. That’s what he’d mentioned they would be working on. Similar to what she’d seen in the classroom, they would be working on similar spells, the blonde gioran intent on building not only her physical monic relationship but also her prowess in the conversation itself.
“Five more minutes, Professor Siordanti, before I begin to loose my patience.” Athrym said softly, pushing cold rain water out of her face and restraining the urge to use magic to keep it at bay. There’d been enough questionable ‘noble’ use in the past few days that the Ambassador worried a simple barrier spell may backfire. Of course, there had been an umbrella in her housing, but then she was Gioran, and they embraced the rain.
Even the cold Anaxi kind.
“Clock this.” She said with a pout, now quite suitably soaked and no less alone. A few students and faculty staff passed her by with curious looks all of which she ignored, before turning on her heel in preparation of searching out the taller man, her temper mildly stirring in her field.