Well-travelled as she was, the enormous proportions and grand construction of the old quarter did not fail to astound the young kelvic who now stood at the entrance doors. Fiera shook her head and continued walking; she was rather sceptic that she would be given a place in the university. From what she had heard, there was an exam of sorts for Auristics. At the door of the office, Fiera paused. This was her last chance to turn back, to avoid possible humiliation. But what is life without humiliation? She may be simple, but Fiera was full of ambition, although her outward appearance did not betray this. Fiera patted her side and sure enough, a bag of gold Mizas sat heavily in a pocket. Resolutely, she grasped the door handle and stepped in. She joined the line of prospective students waiting to see the registrar. Some looked like they were likely to start conversations, and so Fiera - who was no fan of small talk – kept up a cold disposition. Finally, it was her turn to see the registrar. Quickly she read the name plate on the old man’s desk. Registrar Sanderson. She smiled pleasantly and approached the matter directly. “Hello, Registrar Sanderson. I am here today to enrol in a couple of classes. Do you have any spaces available for Auristics?” Fiera paused, “Also, I wanted to take a class in medicine if that would be possible.” |