Stahlhiem College of Magic

"Sorry," Jagton said taking Mikida's head of him. He crouched under the table.

"Guys I don't fell comfortable about this," Jagton said with a bit of fear in his voice. He didn't like fireworks and he didn't like how Rilker was laughing like a phsyco. Jagton really wish Karma was there to comfort him. Jagton shuffled into fetal position and covered his ears.
 
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Pushed away, Mikida finds herself disinterested in the cowardly Jagton. Giving him a glance of pity, Mikida contrasts his cowering with the fantastic nature of the light show. While there certainly was plenty going on, Mikida wasn't particularly concerned for her safety. Rather, she was beginning to wonder if this school would be able to teach her anything if the professors had such a screw loose. Regardless, Mikida now found herself bored, and already knew the perfect person to socialize with while she waited for the madness to calm down. Pulling up a chair next to Rahvi, the first thing she thinks to do is compare height. As her suspicions are confirmed, she leans against Rahvi, resting her head on Rahvi's shoulder. Since they were about the same height, it worked out pretty well.

Mikida had been tuning out the headmaster for the duration of the scene, and her level of disinterest might have been obvious if she didn't seem so sleepy all the time. Whispering to Rahvi, "You know, I always thought college would have more level headed professors." Snuggling her cheek into Rahvi's, "But, maybe it was worth it. You looked really cute when you were looking at the fireworks."
 
Arnest clears his throat and calms down the hall.

"Pardon for Mr. Rilker's...eccentric behavior. But I believe festivities have gone on long enough. Have you Mr. Rilker?" Asks Arnest

"Obviously not Arnest!" Replied Rilker as he pushes off Vumar. "I have yet to ever begun to light this college ablaze! But since you're so content with stifling my BLAZING AUTHORITY!!! Then I believe that it should be time to kill the flames...and to birth new ones." With a single wave, the fireworks disappear and with two claps, the candles in the hall lights up, relighting the hall.

"Thank you my dear friend. Now if you may join us?" Arnest gestures to an empty chair

"Very well since you are obviously unable to have fun I might as well. With an energetic stride, Rilker takes his seat at the table.

"Now since all announcements are done, and that...event is over. I suggest everyone have a wonderful dinner before Ms. Borghild shows the first years to their dorm. As for me, I am needed else where." The Headmaster forms a small ball of energy in his hands and throws it at his feet, causing him to instantly teleport to Gods know where. After the headmaster left the students resumed their socialization as an entirely new wave of food entered the hall, served by the College's laborers.
 
As the fireworks came to an end, Steven noticed that Jagton was missing. "Did anyone see where Jagton went? Do professors kidnap or murder students when they aren't looking?"
 
Jagton crawled out to sit back at the table since the fireworks finished.

"I'm right here," the boy said trying to forget about the horrible things fireworks can do. Jagton forgot about Mikida getting him a plate so he started making his own plate. He grabbed some water, a baked potato, some celery and a drumstick.
 
Rahvi glanced over at her new seating partner. So they were the same height. She wrapped her arms around Mikida and squeezed her in a hug. She was no stranger to physical affection, and she certainly wasn't going to object to any closeness. She already missed her family and she'd only been away from them for a matter of days. Mikida seemed to be craving some closeness too from the way she kept crawling over people. She laughed her light, tinkling laugh. "I bet you get that all the time, Miki."
Steven had barely reacted to the fireworks. A bit of an extreme opposite to Jagten, who had rapidly fled under the table. Fair enough. Fire was pretty scary, and Jagten didn't seem to gave the most resolute of constitutions. He probably missed his big bird cat. Rahvi very quickly realised that she could meet a big bird cat. She handed Jagten a drumstick and responded to Steven. "I reckon they need a few screws loose to teach here. You'd go mad trying to wrangle us lot. Besides, it makes the whole thing far more exciting. You wants to be taught by a bunch of squares?" She realised very quickly that Steven struck her as having been taught by a bunch of squares. "We're learning magic here, ladies and gents. Gotta get some stories worth telling in the history books, and that don't come with playing by the rules." She had noticed Rilker's attitude and energy, and had experienced a moment of regret that she wouldn't be learning under him. Ah well. She stabbed a piece of cake on her fork from the new round of food and offered Mikida a bite. "I can't wait for classes to start." She eyed Steven across the table. "Reckon we'll be in the same classes, seeing as we're in the same School and all."
 
"Perhaps," said Steven. "If necessary, I believe we will be able to change classes. This school values independence, and I don't think the administration will mind us taking the initiative in our education. Actually, do you all want to share notes on our classes? It likely won't replace being actually taught by a teacher, but I'd like to learn as much about the different schools of magic as I can during my time here."
 
Dinner lasted until 7, after everyone had their fill. A large bell, began to ring 7 times, signalling the end of dinner. Most students began leaving the hall, along with the master and students. All except the First Years and Borghild. The Wastelander walks up to the table and with a smile and a clap began addressing the students.

"Welcome first years to your first night at the College. Now I know you might have a lot of questions, so feel free to ask before I take you to your dorms."
 
Mikida smiles brightly upon learning that she already had a new pet name. As she is enveloped into a hug, Mikida closes her eyes for a moment. The hug certainly felt warm and robust, exactly what one would expect from hammerfolk. But also, Mikida detected a sense that this wasn't just the sort of hug that someone gives without a reason. The way that it lingered, the intensity, the way her whole body was enveloped... all of it seemed to suggest that Rahvi wanted this hug in a way more serious than a simple response to affection. The behavior was so endearing, Mikida couldn't help herself but stare as to take in all the intricacies of the movement. She ends up so engrossed that she barely catches that Rahvi was speaking to her.

Mikida blinks three times, realizing how tired she was. Just in the moments that she was hugging Rahvi, she had a prolonged eye closure. If she hadn't been addressed right after, she might have gotten comfortable enough to fall right to sleep. If she were honest, she didn't even understand the meaning of the first question presented to her, and until presented cake, Mikida simply remains somewhat trancelike, trying to keep herself awake. Slowly, "I umm, don't think I feel like eating right now. Maybe I need to walk around before I..."

As she was talking to Rahvi, she noticed the Wastelander coming this way. Since the dinner bell rang, they were obviously here to help guide us, so there wouldn't be any way to sneak out now. Leaning back into her own chair, Mikida spends her Q&A session simply preventing herself from returning to sleep, head bobbing as she is constantly tempted by the growing grogginess.
 
"Thanks," Jagton said quickly after being handed the drumstick. He had 2 drumsticks and he was going to get a second potato. He took out a piece of cloth and wrapped the second potato and drumstick with it. He ate his dinner and waited to be excused.
 
Rahvi felt Mikida shake herself back to alertness. She must have slept on the carriages, but staying this groggy after the excitement of the Rilker's entrance was impressive. Rahvi herself was buzzing with energy still. She wouldn't get to sleep for a long while. Her plan was to go and do some exploring as soon as they were released.
Jagten seemed to be stockpiling food, and Rahvi quickly copied. She always got peckish late at night and she didn't know whether the kitchens would be open only at mealtimes. She packed some sandwiches and apples and cheese into a napkin as the bells showing the end of dinner rang, and stuffed it into her bag.
The hall emptied out fairly quickly after the bells, everyone moving off to their dorms or study sessions. Rahvi nodded at Steven, thinking of hearing stories from the other Schools of magic, and their teachers. "Swapping notes sounds great. We should try and get dorm rooms close to each other."
As the Wastelander walked over, Mikida mumbled about needing to walk around. Rahvi ate the cake she hadn't taken, and nudged Mikida's side. "We can take a walk around once we've found the dorms."
Rahvi's initial assessment of Borghild as friendly seemed to be right as she brightly asked if they had any questions. Rahvi held her hand up. "Do we get to choose classes or are we given timetables?" She licked her fingers and looked wistfully back at the remains of dinner on the table. "And what time is breakfast?"
 
Ella was annoyed, as usual. She didn't want to leave her home, her friends, her machines. She couldn't understand why her father had insisted she come to this college. She had become a valuable troubleshooter in the factory. There weren't many secrets the machines had kept from her, and those left worth discovering called to her like a siren's song. So she could make metal things move and bend a little. So what? This all seemed like a huge waste of time.

"Stop here, please," Ella told the carriage driver.

"What, Miss? Your father told me..."

"I don't care what he said. You can tell him whatever you want, I don't care. We're not showing up in this gaudy piece of shit so all the students can instantly hate me because father is rich. I'll walk," she said.

"But Miss..."

Ella felt the heat rise in her face, so to avoid one of her 'eruptions' as her father called them, she grabbed her bag and jumped out as the carriage clattered on. She was no stranger to dangerous situations, being around heavy machinery most of her life, so she judged her jump correctly and managed to land without injuring herself, though she became a bit dirty in the process. The carriage came to an abrupt halt a short distance away.

"Miss Ella, I can't have you just jump from my carriage as such!"

Ella took the small pouch of money her father had managed to stuff full, his idea of a warm goodbye, and tossed it to the driver.

"Piss off," she told him.

It was a longer walk to the college than she had expected. She was beginning to regret her rash decision to ditch the carriage, as she did with most of her rash decisions, as her feet and calves began to ache from the more and more difficult effort. There it was, though, looming in the distance like her father, cross with her for some misdeed or another. She was almost there.

Ella tried to slink into the hall unnoticed, but it was mostly empty. She had missed dinner and introductions. Great, another flawless first impression. She skulked to the table still occupied by students and sat down in a cloud of dust. She stared at her bag as she waited for the reproaches to come for being late. She could already feel the heat rising as she prepared to defend her right to be as damned late as she wanted to be.
 
"He's correct my child. You are indeed in class for three hours immediately after breakfast. Then after I shall release you for five hours of free time." Said Borghild. As she said that she eyed Ella walk in through the door. "Well it seems we have a new classmate. Tell me child, was there a reason for your tardiness? You missed a rousing speech from our Headmaster, as well as a wonderful performance from our Master Fire Mage."
 
"What? How? Me are you talking to me?"
Ella blushed hard and and swallowed heavily. Her anger armor was crumbling around her and mushing into shame.
"Umm...carriage problem. Had to walk part of the way, sorry."
 
"Oh. If that's the case then that's very much fine. Hopefully you're legs aren't tired from all that walking. Are there any other question? ....No then if you don't mind following me students." Borghild takes the lead in escorting the students to their dorms. "Now students try to stay close and keep an eye on your belongings. At night the Goblins have a wider array of the area, and they tend to steal items not carefully looked after. Along the way a Verdantkin male nudges Mikida.

"You'd think they'd leave a Rotter like that out in ditch somewhere here huh. I heard the Border Empire was class and respectable country. Perhaps we heard wrong eh?"
 
Steven moved towards the late girl as they walked towards the dorms. "You missed dinner, right? I think Jagton and Rahvi saved some food, though I don't know why. They're over there; let's see if we can get them to share."
 
"In the class for beasts do we work inside or outside?" Jagton asked the woman.
 
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