Summer 1, AV 514
Pulren took his seat among the other students that had assembled for the Geography class. This was his first experience at the University and he immediately felt relieved to see other people in regular clothes. His own were clean. He had made sure of this by giving them a good scrubbing the night prior. Doing double duty between studies and patrols had left them sitting damp until just a bell before class, so they were a bit damp. He had thanked Zulrav for the wind that had dried them as much as they were.
Opening the blank book he had purchased in Spring, Pulren watched as others did the same and dabbed their quills into the inkwells they had either brought with them or the ones that were provided. He felt a small surge of pride to have his own inkwell and an extra quill. The murmuring of the class subsided as an older man with graying hair strode into the room. Wearing a brown robe with pockets, Pulren rose an eyebrow of concern that he may be a Wizard, but soon the man made him feel secure again in his answers.
Stroking a small curly beard, he greeted the class. "Greetings to you all. I am Professor Reynard. I hope you will excuse the robe, the heat of the day has stripped me to near nothing and a robe will have to suffice." This brought a chuckle to the class, but the look of surprise on Reynard's face quieted everyone as quickly. "Very well. I suspect we have some hopeful sailors among us, to the rest I hope that your interest of Geography is a sound one. There is much to learn and all of it will be helpful to you, regardless of your future occupations."
Turning to the board, the man began to speak and it became apparent to Pulren that he should write along all that he could gather from what the man was speaking and still listen to the lecture. His quill dipped, he put it to the paper and observed a large spot spreading across the page. Looking around, he saw others scrape the excess ink from the quill's tip on the edge of the inkwell before scribing, so with a turn of a precious page, he followed suit from there on out.
First he wrote the word GEOGRAPHY on the board, underneath it writing :
The Study of the Physical Features of Mizahar
Pulren copied this on to his own page as the Professor turned around. "Now, what do you believe are the features of Mizahar? Anyone?" Hands shot up and Pulren thought for a moment nad raised his as well. First, a young, plain looking woman said, "Lands?", which Reynard nodded. "Yes, lands are a great deal of the surface. Anyone else?" Looking at Pulren, Marsh then cleared his throat and said, "Mathews Bay?", which received a second nod.
"Yes, a bay is a feature as well. As are oceans, seas, lakes, rivers, mountains, hills and well, you get the drift. This class will be focusing on Syliran Geography, as we Zeltivans reside in the greater region of Sylira." As the professor turned and started to write, Pulren listened closely, his hand following as best as it was able.
Pulren took his seat among the other students that had assembled for the Geography class. This was his first experience at the University and he immediately felt relieved to see other people in regular clothes. His own were clean. He had made sure of this by giving them a good scrubbing the night prior. Doing double duty between studies and patrols had left them sitting damp until just a bell before class, so they were a bit damp. He had thanked Zulrav for the wind that had dried them as much as they were.
Opening the blank book he had purchased in Spring, Pulren watched as others did the same and dabbed their quills into the inkwells they had either brought with them or the ones that were provided. He felt a small surge of pride to have his own inkwell and an extra quill. The murmuring of the class subsided as an older man with graying hair strode into the room. Wearing a brown robe with pockets, Pulren rose an eyebrow of concern that he may be a Wizard, but soon the man made him feel secure again in his answers.
Stroking a small curly beard, he greeted the class. "Greetings to you all. I am Professor Reynard. I hope you will excuse the robe, the heat of the day has stripped me to near nothing and a robe will have to suffice." This brought a chuckle to the class, but the look of surprise on Reynard's face quieted everyone as quickly. "Very well. I suspect we have some hopeful sailors among us, to the rest I hope that your interest of Geography is a sound one. There is much to learn and all of it will be helpful to you, regardless of your future occupations."
Turning to the board, the man began to speak and it became apparent to Pulren that he should write along all that he could gather from what the man was speaking and still listen to the lecture. His quill dipped, he put it to the paper and observed a large spot spreading across the page. Looking around, he saw others scrape the excess ink from the quill's tip on the edge of the inkwell before scribing, so with a turn of a precious page, he followed suit from there on out.
First he wrote the word GEOGRAPHY on the board, underneath it writing :
The Study of the Physical Features of Mizahar
Pulren copied this on to his own page as the Professor turned around. "Now, what do you believe are the features of Mizahar? Anyone?" Hands shot up and Pulren thought for a moment nad raised his as well. First, a young, plain looking woman said, "Lands?", which Reynard nodded. "Yes, lands are a great deal of the surface. Anyone else?" Looking at Pulren, Marsh then cleared his throat and said, "Mathews Bay?", which received a second nod.
"Yes, a bay is a feature as well. As are oceans, seas, lakes, rivers, mountains, hills and well, you get the drift. This class will be focusing on Syliran Geography, as we Zeltivans reside in the greater region of Sylira." As the professor turned and started to write, Pulren listened closely, his hand following as best as it was able.
