@Thoth
Starlight Academy was many things to Lunette, but the current word in her mind to describe it was overwhelming. Oh, she would never say she did not adore this establishment and what it represented, and that she did not marvel at the thought of the hard work that had gone into its creation. This was a place that had gathered together masters of crafts and scholars of all manners of topics and brought them together so that people could freely learn whatever they desired, regardless of their background, and she absolutely loved it.
However, formal education had never been part of Lunette's life. Her knowledge had been acquired from the teachings of her mother and her own independent studies, which made the structure of Starlight Academy foreign to her. Nevertheless, she'd floundered through selecting classes and trying to gather all the materials for them. 'Trying' being the keyword, as she was beginning to feel like her enthusiasm to learn had caused her to bite off more than she could chew. Her world had become tomes and lists and far too many pieces of paper to keep track of, so it was inevitable that something would fall through the cracks. In this case, she was missing some materials for her 'Comparative Magical Studies of Other Worlds' class.
Oh, and she'd recently gotten lost. Because of course she had. It had been a well-kept secret in her home that Lunette had an abysmal sense of direction, and Starlight Academy had a lot of halls and rooms that were maddeningly similar in appearance. In the end, it was sheer luck that she found what she was...about eighty-five percent sure was the right door, for the one teaching the aforementioned class. She raised a hand to fix her moderately disheveled hair, her pretty hair clips needing to be taken about and put in place again, due to having been partly dislodged by the number of times that she'd made rapid about-faces in response to finding herself in the wrong place. In her other hand was a thoroughly crinkled piece of paper, with the identities of the missing materials circled in dark ink.
Lunette went through the motions of a deep breath, despite not truly needing to breathe, and then knocked on the door, sorely hoping that the man she was looking for was actually in his office and could speak to her, lest she need to make another attempt to find the room at a later time.
Starlight Academy was many things to Lunette, but the current word in her mind to describe it was overwhelming. Oh, she would never say she did not adore this establishment and what it represented, and that she did not marvel at the thought of the hard work that had gone into its creation. This was a place that had gathered together masters of crafts and scholars of all manners of topics and brought them together so that people could freely learn whatever they desired, regardless of their background, and she absolutely loved it.
However, formal education had never been part of Lunette's life. Her knowledge had been acquired from the teachings of her mother and her own independent studies, which made the structure of Starlight Academy foreign to her. Nevertheless, she'd floundered through selecting classes and trying to gather all the materials for them. 'Trying' being the keyword, as she was beginning to feel like her enthusiasm to learn had caused her to bite off more than she could chew. Her world had become tomes and lists and far too many pieces of paper to keep track of, so it was inevitable that something would fall through the cracks. In this case, she was missing some materials for her 'Comparative Magical Studies of Other Worlds' class.
Oh, and she'd recently gotten lost. Because of course she had. It had been a well-kept secret in her home that Lunette had an abysmal sense of direction, and Starlight Academy had a lot of halls and rooms that were maddeningly similar in appearance. In the end, it was sheer luck that she found what she was...about eighty-five percent sure was the right door, for the one teaching the aforementioned class. She raised a hand to fix her moderately disheveled hair, her pretty hair clips needing to be taken about and put in place again, due to having been partly dislodged by the number of times that she'd made rapid about-faces in response to finding herself in the wrong place. In her other hand was a thoroughly crinkled piece of paper, with the identities of the missing materials circled in dark ink.
Lunette went through the motions of a deep breath, despite not truly needing to breathe, and then knocked on the door, sorely hoping that the man she was looking for was actually in his office and could speak to her, lest she need to make another attempt to find the room at a later time.
By comparison, Enelen found the entire experience somewhat underwhelming. A lot of it had to do with his position. He'd been a high mage within his school on his home world, and being demoted to just a teacher was quite the step down. Sure, there was a much wider variety of people (some with powers, some not human, and some that could barely be considered 'people' at all), but he'd got over that within the first few months. No, it was the lack of urgency that did him in.