by Aurelia Whitethorn on May 26th, 2011, 6:19 pm
Aurelia nodded slowly. Her gaze quickly swept around the room, efficiently noting the various cliques that had already begun to congregate together. The young girl had never belonged to a specific faction of her own. Her friends had been few and far between, mostly because she had left her home at the Mithryn Outpost at an early age to commence her page training in Syliras, which had done everything except provide her with new friends. She hoped that that would change though. A sidelong glance at the kindhearted Jaelyn suggested that her luck was finally about to teeter in her favor, but Aurelia would not cross her fingers and dare to hope, not when life had shown her thus far that hope often ended in disappointment.
The young squire stared down at her meal as it was delivered to her. Her stomach rumbled gleefully at the sight, and she could feel her mouth beginning to water intensely. Having waited all day to eat, Aurelia would have been grateful for just about anything to fill her stomach with, and the stew, bread, and cheese certainly fit the description. Despite her relatively high-maintenance appearance, though, she was not a picky eater. Growing up on a farm had exposed her to a wide variety of meals, and being finicky usually resulted in going to bed with an empty stomach.
As Jaelyn identified a half-empty table for them to occupy, Aurelia hurriedly followed after her. There was something about being in the older squire’s presence that elicited a hint of pride in the young girl. Perhaps it was the way that the other squires allowed Jaelyn to pass by them without heckling her, or maybe it was the subtle confidence that the dark-haired girl radiated when she walked. Whatever it was, Aurelia immediately realized that she had been enormously lucky in receiving Jaelyn as her roommate. She was in good company.
When they arrived at the vacant benches, Aurelia ensconced across from her one and only companion and offered an excited smile the older squire’s way. “This looks delicious,” she said, glancing down at the steaming meal before her. She closed her eyes and inhaled the fumes deeply, shuddering slightly as they teased her appetite. Aurelia could not remember the last time that she had eaten without fear of being the target of a mean prank, but she had a hopeful suspicion that she had nothing to worry about anymore. The people here seemed more mature, more focused.
“So what does a normal day here usually look like?” she curiously asked, wondering if everyone had the same regimented schedule or if that only applied to the meal times.