@"Sashi"
Iliril of the Chant
Starting his second week at the academy, Iliril had forsaken course selection for the sake of actually venturing out of his room once the urge to simply play a scale became too much for him. It was a strange feeling not to have an instrument on hand, and even stranger to not hear one nearly every waking moment of his day. Every time the wind picked up, he was already starting to hallucinate the sounds.
There were signs up that were helpfully pointing the way to the music department, but there were also a lot of people lingering about that day. Tiredly, he wiped at the dried ink on his cheek and waited for a group of students to pass him by. Sticking to the shadows seemed like the best course of option for the time and on the positive side, he was thinking much more clearly than he had been that day he had discovered Enelen. Actually having a decent amount of rest tended to do that.
Every moment that he spent outside made him want to simply give up and go back to hiding but that, Iliril knew, would only start a vicious cycle of want and indecision. Best to get it done that day, and best to do it quickly with minimal contact with anybody. The problem was that he had no idea who he was supposed to approach and he didn't even know if he wanted to approach anybody at all. Uncertainly, he glanced around the corner, trying to find somebody who wasn't already grouped up that looked like they knew what they were doing.
Iliril of the Chant
Starting his second week at the academy, Iliril had forsaken course selection for the sake of actually venturing out of his room once the urge to simply play a scale became too much for him. It was a strange feeling not to have an instrument on hand, and even stranger to not hear one nearly every waking moment of his day. Every time the wind picked up, he was already starting to hallucinate the sounds.
There were signs up that were helpfully pointing the way to the music department, but there were also a lot of people lingering about that day. Tiredly, he wiped at the dried ink on his cheek and waited for a group of students to pass him by. Sticking to the shadows seemed like the best course of option for the time and on the positive side, he was thinking much more clearly than he had been that day he had discovered Enelen. Actually having a decent amount of rest tended to do that.
Every moment that he spent outside made him want to simply give up and go back to hiding but that, Iliril knew, would only start a vicious cycle of want and indecision. Best to get it done that day, and best to do it quickly with minimal contact with anybody. The problem was that he had no idea who he was supposed to approach and he didn't even know if he wanted to approach anybody at all. Uncertainly, he glanced around the corner, trying to find somebody who wasn't already grouped up that looked like they knew what they were doing.
