A young clay girl wonders in the office, seeking admittance into Zeltiva's University
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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]
by Zlakalia on September 19th, 2011, 2:30 am
12th of Summer 507 AV oocSelf-moderated by permission The building Zlakalia entered was nearly empty save for the desk at the end of the daunting walk before her. The ride here had echoed the room: lonely, intimidating, and more than a little scary. Thoughts still haunted her, the image of her mother's true form shattered into pieces on the ground, the cries of help from pyve members she had previously known as friends and family. That grin...
Zlakalia moved quietly through the room, hands folding in front of her. The room stretched in every which way away from her, like it was trying to escape and get away. It wasn't comfortable, but no big person building was. She let her hair hide her more human lower body, looking more like a walking cylinder from first glance.
"What is your business with the Registrar today?" Zlakalia was surprised he had seen her approach or heard he enter as the older human spoke. So many big folk missed her or didn't acknowledge her at all. She walked up to the desk timidly, trying to find a way to scale its surface to reach the top.
Grasping onto the design carved into the wood she started to hoist herself up while saying, "I'm here to study at the university. I want to learn magic, mainly. I was thinking shielding." She struggled to make the words loud enough as she climbed, trying to use her hair to aid her arms and legs. Zlaklia finally reached the top and pulled herself onto the desk, careful not to disturb anything on the surface.
Zlakalia stood tall on his desk, a little puppet with a bunch of tentacles of hair falling the length of her body. Her face was already elongated but her features weren't as exaggerated or pronounced as they would be in later years. "I just want to learn here. How do I get in?"
The Registrar's eyes seemed to peer over Zlakalia, a spotlight of notice though his eyes showed the continual disinterest of having repeated the same phrase over and over. "Getting in is simple." He pulled through a few quick papers as he spoke. "Our Summer classes are just about to start, however. You'll talk to the different professors for the classes you're going to take. There is a fee per class of 20gm. Professor Stonemiller is the head of our magic department, you'll have to speak with him first before you can start any magic classes. He's nearly always in the Wright library."
The man's words were direct and Zlakalia bowed, wanting to slink off into the shadows, escape from his gaze. Politely she said, "Thank you for the information." She brushed the stalks of hair from her face to give him a smile and began her climb down from the top of the table. As she was leaving she looked forward towards the doors. This was a new start, away from the trouble of her past, where no one would hurt her. Like the shielding class she meant to take, this place was going to be safe. Zlakalia was ready to feel safe. |
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