[ There's a SLAM of the door, far louder and harder than Rinwell intended, as she returns early from her planned excursion to the libraries. Apologies to anyone still home, but you certainly won't miss that she's back!
Rinwell may have pointedly not engaged as much as possible after the first few days (to the point Ciri had called her out for 'sulking'), but apparently certain elements were carrying on the festival spirit, even if the festivities themselves were over.
A balled up enlistment paper for science classes, "to enrich and improve your life beyond outdated magics and antiquated beliefs" is tossed ruthlessly at the trash can in the kitchen. Only then does the mageling begin stomping towards her shared room, soft consoling hoots following in her wake as Hootle flutters around her head. ]
Don't worry, Hootle. I'm fine. [said through gritted teeth] I just need to find my book and that map Ciri gave me, and we can head right out.
[ Out. She's not sure where, exactly, but out feels really needed right now. ]
Tail End of December, post-Dimming / Festival of Anti-Mag---err, "Enlightenment"
Rinwell may have pointedly not engaged as much as possible after the first few days (to the point Ciri had called her out for 'sulking'), but apparently certain elements were carrying on the festival spirit, even if the festivities themselves were over.
A balled up enlistment paper for science classes, "to enrich and improve your life beyond outdated magics and antiquated beliefs" is tossed ruthlessly at the trash can in the kitchen. Only then does the mageling begin stomping towards her shared room, soft consoling hoots following in her wake as Hootle flutters around her head. ]
Don't worry, Hootle. I'm fine. [said through gritted teeth] I just need to find my book and that map Ciri gave me, and we can head right out.
[ Out. She's not sure where, exactly, but out feels really needed right now. ]