11/16/2016, 03:35 PM #118 Trinity Soul University | Front Gate
Marcus Demere - 009
"Good day young one, the next step for your registration is at the main building, in that place you will just finish any paperwork left and receive your dorm key." The teacher answered Mark's question before he asked it, but gave an incorrect answer. Mark was about to spill his life story of being a poor, confused Anti-mage, but the adorable stammer from Trista stopped him from cutting her off. Apparently Trista needed to figure out her living situation as well.
This might be a good time to strike up a conversation with a fellow human. She was cute too, if not for a bit flimsy-looking. Mark definitely preferred cheerleaders and such to the shy corner-bound girls. That said, Mark definitely wanted to strike up a friendship with the frail girl and Andrew--his only human contact since getting on the boat. As if on cue, as Mark thought about Andrew and what friendship with a bookworm like him would be like--
"Wait I can help you out girl...." Echoed in Mark's head. It was Andrew's flammable brother. Mark turned to see Drake and his poor choice of wording and frowned a bit. Andrew didn't speak too poorly of Drake, though, so it just must be the youthful high of doing new things. Guys were, of course, idiots around cute girls. Mark took a look around to see if he could spot Andrew, but no dice.
"How about we all three head there? I already finished my shift in the entrance and need to go to the female dorms, since I am the one in charge there" The had teacher offered to Trista and Drake. "As for the male dorms, they aren't that far either, I would be glad to help you reach there."
"Actually-" Mark spoke up, "I wouldn't mind seeing the male dorms, myself. I got most of my paperwork done before I came here because of a scholarship thing. I need to work out registration and living arrangements with the headmaster--Or I guess Dr. Karayan said he'd be doing it...? In any case I likely wont have much to do till their ready for me."
I gazed up at the sable-haired maiden with eyes so full of warmth it appeared she was crying silently. My trecherous mouth opened, "Why do you look so troubled, Princess?"
Slowly, she moved her eyes from the moon to me. She studied my imperfections before her for what seemed to be a blissful eternity before gracing me with her voice, "I've slain this land's only prince. What use, now, is a princess?"
As the maiden left my presence, so too did my heart.