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Re: Thought is the Wind, Knowledge the Sail (BlueSlime) GMed by Takimaru
"Really? Huh... it doesn't really make any sense to me that a place known for being so, well, HOT can get that chilly, even at night! How do they manage alternating between wearing thick clothes and thin ones?! I could only imagine how tedious that gets," said Wenille with a huff. "I'm just glad that it doesn't get that extreme around here. Or even in Talea... d-does it?" She didn't sound quite so sure of herself anymore after hearing her friend's simple comment.
But while Hiri's correction about Deun was taken quite well, her statement about the true origin of silk triggered more than just a skeptical air from her fellow Wind Major. "Wait, silk comes from a WORM?" She gasped in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? Like those things that knave boys find in the dirt and such? There's just no way that something so tiny and filthy could make a material so... well, beautiful! I mean, just look at the sheen and quality of it!" she exclaimed, motioning to the displays. "I could believe it coming from a plant, or maybe the fur of some majestic Honrainese animal, but a worm... just making sure, you are kidding, right?"
Whether Hiri wanted to spend the extra bit of time trying to convince the other girl of it was up to her, but Wenille seemed intent on clinging to her disbelief. Perhaps it was out of the green-haired one's wish to maintain a positive outlook on silk in general, which would likely be making a great deal of contact with her skin tonight if their shopping experience proved a good one.
And so it did. Wenille was quite the careful browser when it came to shopping, and despite the fair amount of bustle in the shop, it would hardly be enough to deter the girl from weighing all of her options carefully. Hiri's comments were also quite helpful in terms of influencing the other wind mage's decisions.
"You're right. I mean, obviously I wouldn't mind something that's at least flattering, but that's probably going a little too far," she added in agreement to the Talean girl's assessment of the somewhat more revealing numbers. "Oh, haha... wow, I bet that was a pretty embarrassing experience for the Deunic noble! I mean, I've heard of some social blunders that some hosts have made during feasts and such, but I'm sure that was quite a surprise for your mother--especially since she's Elynsorian."
She nodded thoughtfully to the comment about the uniforms, pulling her own skirt down a little, perhaps out of self-consciousness. "Well, I try not to think about it too much, but it's been like that since the Academy was founded, or so I've heard... so, yeah. Maybe we can blame it on the founder--you know, that guy who the statue in the second courtyard is modeled after? I mean, it would be nice if they made more revisions to our uniforms, at LEAST every season so they won't look horribly out of style. But I know that's just not going to happen. Oh, well... at least we still get away with gatherings like these so we can at least take the occasional chance to let other people know that we aren't some unfashionable peasants or anything!" remarked the girl with a slight giggle.
Wenille would also give a positive response to Hiri's personal choices. "You're right--the back-revealing one looks reeeal nice on you, if I have to be honest, but I think it's better if we stick with these. Let's see... I think I'll go with this one." She moved to the fitting rooms to model it with the help of some of the shopkeeper's assistants, and came out blushing somewhat. "Okay, I know it's not flat out revealing or anything, but you don't think it's too much... right? Maybe it makes my butt look a little TOO big..." The other Wind Major gave a concerned look, constantly taking glances behind her, but a few kind words from Hiri would be all that it took to get her confidence back up. "You know what, screw it. I'm gonna do it!"
With that, the two girls made their way out of the shop with purchases in hand. Each of them had spent a hundred gold, but it was a good deal for what they got, at least when compared to the other prices on the strip. All that was left now was to head to the party.
Hiri and Wenille made their way inside. For a 'lounge', it was a fairly large one, enough so to house the roughly two dozen people that were already mingling within. A long table lay to one end of the room, holding a small selection of snacks, such as slices of fruit, sweet biscuits, wheat crackers, bits of cheese and sliced summer sausage. However, the amount of food available simply paled in comparison to the massive variety of alcoholic drinks that were lined up to another wall, where a makeshift bar fashioned from several shelves and a taller table stood. It was certainly a rich party, in comparison to the more casual ones in Talea. There was much less in the way of food than Hiri was used to, and far more in the way of beverages and fine dress. Still, she could feel assured that her and Wenille's choices were good ones, as already her gown had earned her a few subtle glances, and certainly not those of the bad kind. "First impression, check," whispered Wenille with a wink as she nudged Hiri.
The strawberry blonde-haired girl from earlier, Edelia, could be seen socializing off to one end of the room, but luckily she didn't seem to want to hassle the pair for the time being. It was likely that she hadn't even notice the two yet. It was just as well, since Wenille had taken Hiri by the hand and began introducing her to other groups in short order.
"Ooh, ooh! Tria, Anwen, Frey!" she called out, to three girls dressed in damask, satin, and velvet, respectively. The first, Tria, had a rather bubbly appearance, not unlike that of Wenille's, with shoulder-length pink hair, pale skin and an infectious smile. "Hiya Wenille! Who's this?" she asked, turning her gaze to Hiri but maintaining that ever-present grin.
"This is Hiri! She's the newest transfer student to my class," explained Wenille. "And a Wind Major, like me! And... you, actually, ahheh. I swear it can be so hard to remember peoples' majors sometimes when they aren't dressed in the color-coded skirts."
Tria looked down at her own blue dress and giggled. "Oh, right! Ehehe. It's definitely a good thing though! Not always having to be CLASSIFIED by your major, that is. For once, you can be like, y'know, an actual person instead of a designation! Anyway, nice to meetcha, Hiri. Unique name, easy to remember! So where are you from?"
The second, Anwen, had long, dark brown hair and a black outfit made from satin. Where Tria could be called 'cute', others might call this girl beautiful. She merely nodded and introduced herself. "Anwen," pronounced the girl towards Hiri, a soft smile and piercing stare complementing her graceful voice. "I hope you are finding your stay at the Academy pleasant."
Finally was the third, who had short blonde hair, almost boyish in appearance, though her dark green velvet dress was as feminine an article as any. "Oh. Uh... Frey," she said after an odd pause where the others expected her to do the same. She scanned Hiri up and down, and for a moment it was difficult for the Wind Major to tell if this was a hostile action or a friendly one. "Hum... not bad," was all that she said, folding her arms afterwards and turning her attention elsewhere, or at least pretending to.
"Anyway, hope to see you two around and stuffs! I'm gonna go and see what they have to drink," said Tria. "I guess there are some new beverages that I'm told I absolutely MUST try!" With that, she wandered off towards the bar. Anwen gave a polite nod to Hiri and Wenille as she followed her friend, while Frey gave the half Talean an extended glance before finally turning around and doing the same.
"So those are three of the girls from Class 2-D. They're pretty nice. Reminds me of which," said Wenille. "Do you drink much? There's a guy here who makes the best mixes. Think he's busy right now," she added, looking over to a small cluster of eight people crowded around the bar, "but we can always have him make us something nice later on. Sailors like rum or something, don't they?"
"Really? Huh... it doesn't really make any sense to me that a place known for being so, well, HOT can get that chilly, even at night! How do they manage alternating between wearing thick clothes and thin ones?! I could only imagine how tedious that gets," said Wenille with a huff. "I'm just glad that it doesn't get that extreme around here. Or even in Talea... d-does it?" She didn't sound quite so sure of herself anymore after hearing her friend's simple comment.
But while Hiri's correction about Deun was taken quite well, her statement about the true origin of silk triggered more than just a skeptical air from her fellow Wind Major. "Wait, silk comes from a WORM?" She gasped in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? Like those things that knave boys find in the dirt and such? There's just no way that something so tiny and filthy could make a material so... well, beautiful! I mean, just look at the sheen and quality of it!" she exclaimed, motioning to the displays. "I could believe it coming from a plant, or maybe the fur of some majestic Honrainese animal, but a worm... just making sure, you are kidding, right?"
Whether Hiri wanted to spend the extra bit of time trying to convince the other girl of it was up to her, but Wenille seemed intent on clinging to her disbelief. Perhaps it was out of the green-haired one's wish to maintain a positive outlook on silk in general, which would likely be making a great deal of contact with her skin tonight if their shopping experience proved a good one.
And so it did. Wenille was quite the careful browser when it came to shopping, and despite the fair amount of bustle in the shop, it would hardly be enough to deter the girl from weighing all of her options carefully. Hiri's comments were also quite helpful in terms of influencing the other wind mage's decisions.
"You're right. I mean, obviously I wouldn't mind something that's at least flattering, but that's probably going a little too far," she added in agreement to the Talean girl's assessment of the somewhat more revealing numbers. "Oh, haha... wow, I bet that was a pretty embarrassing experience for the Deunic noble! I mean, I've heard of some social blunders that some hosts have made during feasts and such, but I'm sure that was quite a surprise for your mother--especially since she's Elynsorian."
She nodded thoughtfully to the comment about the uniforms, pulling her own skirt down a little, perhaps out of self-consciousness. "Well, I try not to think about it too much, but it's been like that since the Academy was founded, or so I've heard... so, yeah. Maybe we can blame it on the founder--you know, that guy who the statue in the second courtyard is modeled after? I mean, it would be nice if they made more revisions to our uniforms, at LEAST every season so they won't look horribly out of style. But I know that's just not going to happen. Oh, well... at least we still get away with gatherings like these so we can at least take the occasional chance to let other people know that we aren't some unfashionable peasants or anything!" remarked the girl with a slight giggle.
Wenille would also give a positive response to Hiri's personal choices. "You're right--the back-revealing one looks reeeal nice on you, if I have to be honest, but I think it's better if we stick with these. Let's see... I think I'll go with this one." She moved to the fitting rooms to model it with the help of some of the shopkeeper's assistants, and came out blushing somewhat. "Okay, I know it's not flat out revealing or anything, but you don't think it's too much... right? Maybe it makes my butt look a little TOO big..." The other Wind Major gave a concerned look, constantly taking glances behind her, but a few kind words from Hiri would be all that it took to get her confidence back up. "You know what, screw it. I'm gonna do it!"
With that, the two girls made their way out of the shop with purchases in hand. Each of them had spent a hundred gold, but it was a good deal for what they got, at least when compared to the other prices on the strip. All that was left now was to head to the party.
~Bragi Hall (Boys' Dormitory) First Floor Lounge~
Hiri and Wenille made their way inside. For a 'lounge', it was a fairly large one, enough so to house the roughly two dozen people that were already mingling within. A long table lay to one end of the room, holding a small selection of snacks, such as slices of fruit, sweet biscuits, wheat crackers, bits of cheese and sliced summer sausage. However, the amount of food available simply paled in comparison to the massive variety of alcoholic drinks that were lined up to another wall, where a makeshift bar fashioned from several shelves and a taller table stood. It was certainly a rich party, in comparison to the more casual ones in Talea. There was much less in the way of food than Hiri was used to, and far more in the way of beverages and fine dress. Still, she could feel assured that her and Wenille's choices were good ones, as already her gown had earned her a few subtle glances, and certainly not those of the bad kind. "First impression, check," whispered Wenille with a wink as she nudged Hiri.
The strawberry blonde-haired girl from earlier, Edelia, could be seen socializing off to one end of the room, but luckily she didn't seem to want to hassle the pair for the time being. It was likely that she hadn't even notice the two yet. It was just as well, since Wenille had taken Hiri by the hand and began introducing her to other groups in short order.
"Ooh, ooh! Tria, Anwen, Frey!" she called out, to three girls dressed in damask, satin, and velvet, respectively. The first, Tria, had a rather bubbly appearance, not unlike that of Wenille's, with shoulder-length pink hair, pale skin and an infectious smile. "Hiya Wenille! Who's this?" she asked, turning her gaze to Hiri but maintaining that ever-present grin.
"This is Hiri! She's the newest transfer student to my class," explained Wenille. "And a Wind Major, like me! And... you, actually, ahheh. I swear it can be so hard to remember peoples' majors sometimes when they aren't dressed in the color-coded skirts."
Tria looked down at her own blue dress and giggled. "Oh, right! Ehehe. It's definitely a good thing though! Not always having to be CLASSIFIED by your major, that is. For once, you can be like, y'know, an actual person instead of a designation! Anyway, nice to meetcha, Hiri. Unique name, easy to remember! So where are you from?"
The second, Anwen, had long, dark brown hair and a black outfit made from satin. Where Tria could be called 'cute', others might call this girl beautiful. She merely nodded and introduced herself. "Anwen," pronounced the girl towards Hiri, a soft smile and piercing stare complementing her graceful voice. "I hope you are finding your stay at the Academy pleasant."
Finally was the third, who had short blonde hair, almost boyish in appearance, though her dark green velvet dress was as feminine an article as any. "Oh. Uh... Frey," she said after an odd pause where the others expected her to do the same. She scanned Hiri up and down, and for a moment it was difficult for the Wind Major to tell if this was a hostile action or a friendly one. "Hum... not bad," was all that she said, folding her arms afterwards and turning her attention elsewhere, or at least pretending to.
"Anyway, hope to see you two around and stuffs! I'm gonna go and see what they have to drink," said Tria. "I guess there are some new beverages that I'm told I absolutely MUST try!" With that, she wandered off towards the bar. Anwen gave a polite nod to Hiri and Wenille as she followed her friend, while Frey gave the half Talean an extended glance before finally turning around and doing the same.
"So those are three of the girls from Class 2-D. They're pretty nice. Reminds me of which," said Wenille. "Do you drink much? There's a guy here who makes the best mixes. Think he's busy right now," she added, looking over to a small cluster of eight people crowded around the bar, "but we can always have him make us something nice later on. Sailors like rum or something, don't they?"