The Scholar and the Guard
Winter 2nd 513 AV, 10th Bell
Location: The University
Was this it? It had to be if the directions that were given to him were correct. Ricky always had such little time in finding the right rooms when it came to the University, there were so many to keep up with that he actually felt a little thankful he didn't attend here. If he were too then he definitely would have a hard time finding his way around, considering the fact he would be lost all the damn time. "Looks t' be the right hall come t' t'ink o' it, 'e may even 'ave Anna's ole room." Wouldn't that be his luck if he found that to be true, you'd think since his last scurry through here he'd remember where to find her room after all. Considering it was during the days after the Coup was staged by Adarin, Ricky hardly had the time to remember which ways to take and doors to reach; especially when danger loomed all around.
"Right den, this 'ere looks t' be de door after all." Ricky slowed to a halt as he reached the number he was given, slightly nervous about meeting the man that probably awaited inside. He came here on a whim to meet with the rumored Mr. Sullins as he was referred to, although he's known to be a glypher Ricky had to go with his gut on this. He had the idea that, like Anna, Mr. Sullins knew plenty about Reimancy in general, or at least enough to give some insight just as the glyphing teacher before Mr. Sullins did last season. "Shame Anna 'ad t' leave really, but she's all grown now. She makes 'er own choices now..." The recollection of her time before and after magic seem to douse his spirit a little, the wonder at how someone so young and pure can easily be different years later; it made Ricky keep in mind how precious moments with Martin were today. With a cleared throat Ricky then proceeded to knock a couple times, and await for some answer to follow before he might speak.
Good thing he dressed rather warmly while he waited because the wintry air wasted no time in trying to settle in, the white long sleeve worn under his other white short sleeve worked well as a heat shield against the cold. "Dere's an idea! Ask 'em if he knows any t'ing 'bout Shieldin' as well." It was an idea that would have to wait, or as his father would tell him; one thing at a time Ricky. Right now the man just needed to see if this teacher was in his classroom or not. "Mr. Sullins ser, M'name is Ricky. I was told ye were the new Glyphin' teacher 'ere at the University. Hello?" Ricky spoke with a humble tone and kept a sort of low voice, out of respect that classes may or may not be in session at the moment.
Winter 2nd 513 AV, 10th Bell
Location: The University
Was this it? It had to be if the directions that were given to him were correct. Ricky always had such little time in finding the right rooms when it came to the University, there were so many to keep up with that he actually felt a little thankful he didn't attend here. If he were too then he definitely would have a hard time finding his way around, considering the fact he would be lost all the damn time. "Looks t' be the right hall come t' t'ink o' it, 'e may even 'ave Anna's ole room." Wouldn't that be his luck if he found that to be true, you'd think since his last scurry through here he'd remember where to find her room after all. Considering it was during the days after the Coup was staged by Adarin, Ricky hardly had the time to remember which ways to take and doors to reach; especially when danger loomed all around.
"Right den, this 'ere looks t' be de door after all." Ricky slowed to a halt as he reached the number he was given, slightly nervous about meeting the man that probably awaited inside. He came here on a whim to meet with the rumored Mr. Sullins as he was referred to, although he's known to be a glypher Ricky had to go with his gut on this. He had the idea that, like Anna, Mr. Sullins knew plenty about Reimancy in general, or at least enough to give some insight just as the glyphing teacher before Mr. Sullins did last season. "Shame Anna 'ad t' leave really, but she's all grown now. She makes 'er own choices now..." The recollection of her time before and after magic seem to douse his spirit a little, the wonder at how someone so young and pure can easily be different years later; it made Ricky keep in mind how precious moments with Martin were today. With a cleared throat Ricky then proceeded to knock a couple times, and await for some answer to follow before he might speak.
Good thing he dressed rather warmly while he waited because the wintry air wasted no time in trying to settle in, the white long sleeve worn under his other white short sleeve worked well as a heat shield against the cold. "Dere's an idea! Ask 'em if he knows any t'ing 'bout Shieldin' as well." It was an idea that would have to wait, or as his father would tell him; one thing at a time Ricky. Right now the man just needed to see if this teacher was in his classroom or not. "Mr. Sullins ser, M'name is Ricky. I was told ye were the new Glyphin' teacher 'ere at the University. Hello?" Ricky spoke with a humble tone and kept a sort of low voice, out of respect that classes may or may not be in session at the moment.