BRUNNHOLD CAREER & INTERNSHIP FAIR
Nestled in the main room of the Library and spread throughout the various meeting rooms attached to the library proper were representatives of careers from all across Anaxas—an AAF Corporal, the Captain of the Services Division of the Seventen, an Everine, a plantation owner from Brayde County, a handful of factory owners, a few artists and authors, and several other professionals from all walks of galdori life—but the headlining visitors for the evening were a pair of Incumbents, flown fresh from Vienda by airship just for the night.
Geminia Ourun and Hadrian Siordanti were often considered political rivals, for Geminia fancied herself a progressive, hoping to bring about more equality among the races and pushing the boundaries of acceptance through any legal means possible. She was often out-voted, and the older woman whose red hair had faded but whose green eyes remained sharp was as determined as ever. Incumbent Siordanti was known as a fierce traditionalist, conservative and strong-willed against any such notions, and he was even credited with the pushing through of legislation that tightened the requirements for Writs of Residence in Vienda proper. Rumor had it the imposingly tall, white-haired fifty-something galdor had actually wanted Writs repealed entirely, but he'd been forced to compromise.
Today, however, the two Incumbents sat together in overstuffed leather chairs and shared smiles and laughter, two bander wolves pretending to wear kenser clothing for the sake of the Brunnhold student body. At least, on the surface, anyway. Geminia was dressed in a conservative sage-colored dress reminiscent of the uniform she once wore herself, decades ago, and her hair was up in the latest of fashions, complete with a bejeweled hairlip to compliment the braids that held her faded locks in place. Hadrian was bold as usual, his maroon suit a stark contrast to the sea of Brunnhold green that flowed around them, though his cufflinks sparkled and his bright copper cravat brought out the remnants of red that clung to his overly bushy eyebrows.
"You know, Incumbent Ourun, your position would be much stronger if you bothered to back it up with, you know, what's the subject, oh—science. At least Charles Holst's work is a firm foundation for our understanding of why the lower races deserve their position below us." Hadrian smiled warmly from over the rim of his tea, his sea glass-colored eyes full of mischief before they darted away from Geminia's freckled, well-aged face and explored the crowd of students, hoping for at least a few young minds to come and provide them prospective interns for next year's summer programs.
"Oh, do you really believe that genes prove one race inferior to the other? Please, Incumbent Siordanti." She paused to push her round spectacles back up the bridge of her nose properly, "You're so stuck on last century's model of mortal development."
Older students from fifth form up filtered through the Library and wandered past the carefully curated tables and stalls set up with information on future careers, their requirements, and also next summer's internships. The competition was often very stiff, and so the Career and Internship Fair was held in the winter in advance, giving every young galdor a chance to apply and battle with their peers for just the right position that suited their interests.