Saun 3, Arc 724
It had been a while since Doran had stood within a lecture hall. Most of his recent work had been conducted in the field. His research trips had taken him back behind the Barriers, and to places that had been almost as strange. He had often returned empty-handed, and he still hadn’t managed to do what he’d promised Enri and his father Xiur to do. He still hadn’t managed to bring Fei back, but he did at least have some sort of lead now. He had a vague idea on what his next step needed to look like and where he needed to go next.
Amidst it all, he had let the Chancellor convince him to hold a lecture on his research. His plan to resurrect Fei would remain a secret for now – it was, likely, a rather controversial topic – but he’d agreed to talk about his experience with a place where no magic worked, a place where a dragon lived, and people spoke a language that nobody in the rest of the world did. He acknowledged that such things should be shared with the scientific community.
It also made him feel less guilty about not having been there when Scalvoris had been in need.
The Pirate Lords had returned …
This time, not only students from the Institute of Sciences would be in attendance, but also students, and professors, from other institutes, and for that reason, he’d opted for an outfit that was a little less plain than what he usually wore, an outfit to fit the topic of his lecture.
He was wearing the dusk-colored suit he’d been given in Saoire’s own domain of Telka, and a black cloak that seemed to be made of deep black crow feathers was loosely draped across his shoulders so that some of the shimmering dark blue scales on his upper body were visible.
He didn’t only want to tell people what had happened behind the Barriers, he wanted to show them.
Sometimes, you needed to see in order to truly believe.
For a moment, he wondered what Llyr would say to the changes he had gone through – his former lover had always seemed fascinated by such things – but he had been gone for arcs now and was unlikely to ever come back. The feelings he had once had for him had finally faded, but a kind of curiosity had remained. What kind of life was Llyr living now?
He organized his notes that were lying on the desk in front of him and reread what he had written so that he would be able to talk about the topic of his lecture relatively fluently and not make any awkward pauses while more and more people entered the room. He occasionally inclined his head in greeting, or smiled slightly, when he noticed a familiar face.
Tag Fridson, a valued colleague, and perhaps more, that had been by his side during the Forging and helped him with his research, was there as well.
The look on his face brightened visibly for a moment.
A moment later, when he saw that the lecture hall was full, he pulled his gaze away from him and began to speak.
It had been a while since Doran had stood within a lecture hall. Most of his recent work had been conducted in the field. His research trips had taken him back behind the Barriers, and to places that had been almost as strange. He had often returned empty-handed, and he still hadn’t managed to do what he’d promised Enri and his father Xiur to do. He still hadn’t managed to bring Fei back, but he did at least have some sort of lead now. He had a vague idea on what his next step needed to look like and where he needed to go next.
Amidst it all, he had let the Chancellor convince him to hold a lecture on his research. His plan to resurrect Fei would remain a secret for now – it was, likely, a rather controversial topic – but he’d agreed to talk about his experience with a place where no magic worked, a place where a dragon lived, and people spoke a language that nobody in the rest of the world did. He acknowledged that such things should be shared with the scientific community.
It also made him feel less guilty about not having been there when Scalvoris had been in need.
The Pirate Lords had returned …
This time, not only students from the Institute of Sciences would be in attendance, but also students, and professors, from other institutes, and for that reason, he’d opted for an outfit that was a little less plain than what he usually wore, an outfit to fit the topic of his lecture.
He was wearing the dusk-colored suit he’d been given in Saoire’s own domain of Telka, and a black cloak that seemed to be made of deep black crow feathers was loosely draped across his shoulders so that some of the shimmering dark blue scales on his upper body were visible.
He didn’t only want to tell people what had happened behind the Barriers, he wanted to show them.
Sometimes, you needed to see in order to truly believe.
For a moment, he wondered what Llyr would say to the changes he had gone through – his former lover had always seemed fascinated by such things – but he had been gone for arcs now and was unlikely to ever come back. The feelings he had once had for him had finally faded, but a kind of curiosity had remained. What kind of life was Llyr living now?
He organized his notes that were lying on the desk in front of him and reread what he had written so that he would be able to talk about the topic of his lecture relatively fluently and not make any awkward pauses while more and more people entered the room. He occasionally inclined his head in greeting, or smiled slightly, when he noticed a familiar face.
Tag Fridson, a valued colleague, and perhaps more, that had been by his side during the Forging and helped him with his research, was there as well.
The look on his face brightened visibly for a moment.
A moment later, when he saw that the lecture hall was full, he pulled his gaze away from him and began to speak.
