Vortas 2nd 2719
For once, Pleasance found herself in a lecture hall she could half-way tolerate. There were a few reasons for this, not least of which because the professor's assistant researcher was a vision of galdori manliness. She often, when possible, situated herself on the aisle, to get a sense of his field as he passed by to deliver study materials for the politics course.
The coursework itself and lectures weren't all as boring and incomprehensible as some of the more advanced magical studies classes. Where the socially inept professors used the most obfuscated and unintelligible language possible when describing concepts. For all the knowledge and great minds gathered at this one school, one would think the more critical courses, namely magical conversations, would have teachers capable of communicating.
Pleasances straightened her back and stuck out her chest as the assistant researcher passed by the aisle, to hand out a ledger of assignments. She played with her hair and tried smiling at him, but it must've looked like a grimace as the young man ran past her hastily.
"Hmph." She muttered and looked down at the ledger he'd placed on the desk. She rested her head on her left hand, elbow propped up on the counter as she scanned the document. Patronage: A Party Affair This caption captured her attention, which for a moment she misconstrued as having to do with actual parties, rather than political parties. She was almost excited for a moment before she made the connection to its true meaning.
She sighed.
Across the aisle, she noticed a curvy girl who used a wheelchair, with big black hair. Suddenly distracted, Pleasance wondered why she'd never taken notice of this girl in classes before now. Between the wheelchair, the small pet that accompanied her, the garish cosmetics, and big hair, she stuck out like a sore thumb among the student body.
Bored by now of the lecture's subject matter, she turned her attention fully to this girl, examining her with a critical eye. She wore beautiful blankets, made of materials that were beyond Pleasance's means. At best, Pleasance made do with linens and wools when it came to adding accessories to her uniform. Sometimes during formal occasions, she'd have access to a tweed garment to throw over her class uniform. But this girl, she looked like she had done well for herself.
The idea that this girl might be rich and influential sparked an interest in Pleasance. A cripple like she could probably use a friend, a liaison to prop her up and make her feel at least halfway normal.
Within a few moments, Pleasance's mind was made up. She gathered her study materials and surreptitiously as she could step out to the aisle. She walked over to the neighboring desk to Rina, then took a seat. If the girl turned her head to look at Pleasance, the young galdor woman would give her a pleasant smile, but say nothing yet. Instead, she began taking notes from the lecturer.
If the girl didn't say anything then, and later, she'd open up. Yet for now, Pleasance didn't want to spook the girl.
Not that she was precisely much of a flight risk, given the wheelchair and all.
The coursework itself and lectures weren't all as boring and incomprehensible as some of the more advanced magical studies classes. Where the socially inept professors used the most obfuscated and unintelligible language possible when describing concepts. For all the knowledge and great minds gathered at this one school, one would think the more critical courses, namely magical conversations, would have teachers capable of communicating.
Pleasances straightened her back and stuck out her chest as the assistant researcher passed by the aisle, to hand out a ledger of assignments. She played with her hair and tried smiling at him, but it must've looked like a grimace as the young man ran past her hastily.
"Hmph." She muttered and looked down at the ledger he'd placed on the desk. She rested her head on her left hand, elbow propped up on the counter as she scanned the document. Patronage: A Party Affair This caption captured her attention, which for a moment she misconstrued as having to do with actual parties, rather than political parties. She was almost excited for a moment before she made the connection to its true meaning.
She sighed.
Across the aisle, she noticed a curvy girl who used a wheelchair, with big black hair. Suddenly distracted, Pleasance wondered why she'd never taken notice of this girl in classes before now. Between the wheelchair, the small pet that accompanied her, the garish cosmetics, and big hair, she stuck out like a sore thumb among the student body.
Bored by now of the lecture's subject matter, she turned her attention fully to this girl, examining her with a critical eye. She wore beautiful blankets, made of materials that were beyond Pleasance's means. At best, Pleasance made do with linens and wools when it came to adding accessories to her uniform. Sometimes during formal occasions, she'd have access to a tweed garment to throw over her class uniform. But this girl, she looked like she had done well for herself.
The idea that this girl might be rich and influential sparked an interest in Pleasance. A cripple like she could probably use a friend, a liaison to prop her up and make her feel at least halfway normal.
Within a few moments, Pleasance's mind was made up. She gathered her study materials and surreptitiously as she could step out to the aisle. She walked over to the neighboring desk to Rina, then took a seat. If the girl turned her head to look at Pleasance, the young galdor woman would give her a pleasant smile, but say nothing yet. Instead, she began taking notes from the lecturer.
If the girl didn't say anything then, and later, she'd open up. Yet for now, Pleasance didn't want to spook the girl.
Not that she was precisely much of a flight risk, given the wheelchair and all.
