22nd Ashan 720
Hearing of Ishallr and all its wonders made Yeva's heart ache. It was the same feeling of need she had experienced when Azrael had once described the blooming jungle of Athart, and the crumbling ruins that lay inside. A low, gnawing envious interest. She wanted to see the never melting ice and the statues of perfect cold. The last time she had felt it, she had ended up across the world, nearly losing her freedom. All for a missed adventure, caution thrown to the wind, "I hope to see it, one day." her voice was a bit breathless, followed by a slow smile, "Well, maybe not the spiders."
Who was she kidding? She'd be pleased with a glimpse. Yeva reached out to pat Darius knee, smiling. She felt pride for him. Perhaps their mission had not gone to plan, but he had gone on an expedition with one of the most renowned women in all of Idalos. How could he lounge about so casually! The sound of writing drew her attention and with every letter etched, she felt another butterfly flutter in her stomach. This was it? A recommendation? She tried not to buzz right out of her seat.
Faith mentioned Famula, and wondered what it must have been like to not be bothered by the cold. She had no idea what laid in store for her in the trials to come. How the hunger she felt would only grow, "Hm?" she was still reading the parchment, processing what it meant for her future, what doors it could open, when Faith inquired about the institution.
"Oh, well... I'm studying medicine at the university... I've been planning to add Linguistics as well..." Why did she feel embarrassed to admit that? Was it because Faith was an icon and she was... well... Yeva? "Um," she had to clear her throat, least she start stuttering again, "I've always heard about Viden branch. I... I don't know if I would have ever called myself an innovator."
Was that a horrible thing to admit? She was so used to working on her own, following her passions where they took her. Didn't joining like minded individuals sound nice? "I appreciate the sentiment, but," But what? "I just might have to make sure I don't bite off more than I can chew. I can get carried away, jumping in to the first topic of interest."
She sighed and then waved a hand towards the sailor, "Maybe Darius could enroll?" she smirked turning to face the man. She had not imagined him in a classroom setting before, but he had a keen mind, "Although, I'm afraid I've not looked into the institute much. What programs do they have? Would credits transfer or is it something else entirely?"
Who was she kidding? She'd be pleased with a glimpse. Yeva reached out to pat Darius knee, smiling. She felt pride for him. Perhaps their mission had not gone to plan, but he had gone on an expedition with one of the most renowned women in all of Idalos. How could he lounge about so casually! The sound of writing drew her attention and with every letter etched, she felt another butterfly flutter in her stomach. This was it? A recommendation? She tried not to buzz right out of her seat.
Faith mentioned Famula, and wondered what it must have been like to not be bothered by the cold. She had no idea what laid in store for her in the trials to come. How the hunger she felt would only grow, "Hm?" she was still reading the parchment, processing what it meant for her future, what doors it could open, when Faith inquired about the institution.
"Oh, well... I'm studying medicine at the university... I've been planning to add Linguistics as well..." Why did she feel embarrassed to admit that? Was it because Faith was an icon and she was... well... Yeva? "Um," she had to clear her throat, least she start stuttering again, "I've always heard about Viden branch. I... I don't know if I would have ever called myself an innovator."
Was that a horrible thing to admit? She was so used to working on her own, following her passions where they took her. Didn't joining like minded individuals sound nice? "I appreciate the sentiment, but," But what? "I just might have to make sure I don't bite off more than I can chew. I can get carried away, jumping in to the first topic of interest."
She sighed and then waved a hand towards the sailor, "Maybe Darius could enroll?" she smirked turning to face the man. She had not imagined him in a classroom setting before, but he had a keen mind, "Although, I'm afraid I've not looked into the institute much. What programs do they have? Would credits transfer or is it something else entirely?"