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iniquiticity From the prompt list: 3 (Alma Mata) and Caleb? It seems to fit so well as a prompt đź’ś
They never intended to go to Rexxentrum, but here they were. Answers about Tharizdun’s fane were found here, they were sure, after eliminating every other possible opportunity.
When they arrived in the Cobalt Soul, Caleb was already focusing mostly on his breathing, thinking about a past life that went unlived. Thinking about the life that had been lived and tortured and smashed in all the ways that he was shattered. They came up into the city air, crisp with the oncoming winter, and found red and gold banners were had decorated many of the light-posts.
“Excuse me,” Fjord said, to one of the guards, “We’re new in town. What’s the celebration for?”
“It’s Graduation Day, for the Academy, sir,” the guard said, managing to keep the uneasy look in his eye out of his voice, as he took in Fjord and the group behind him, “Rexxentrum is the center of all magical learning in the Dwendalian Empire, and today is the day the students of the famous and grandiose Soltryce Academy graduate and are assigned to their next roles. Try not to make trouble or be in the Shimmer Ward in an hour; disturbing the parade carries a fine.”
“Yes, sir,” Fjord said, and turned back to his friends.
Of course, Caleb thought, leaning heavily on Beau, who held him without complaint. Jester had his other hand; Veth looked over his shoulder at him, as if to confirm he was following. His graduation - the day he had turned from a person to a shattered husk - had been three days ago. It made sense that the students, vollstreckers included, might have a ceremony after.
They got rooms in a tavern and ate, and it was crammed with parents and siblings and guardians, boasting about all their friends and children that were graduating. Caleb barely kept down his meal and went to his room in the silence. From the window he watched the parading students celebrating and the town celebrating them and wondered in which way every student had died like he had, killed like he had.
They never intended to go to Rexxentrum, but here they were. Answers about Tharizdun’s fane were found here, they were sure, after eliminating every other possible opportunity.
When they arrived in the Cobalt Soul, Caleb was already focusing mostly on his breathing, thinking about a past life that went unlived. Thinking about the life that had been lived and tortured and smashed in all the ways that he was shattered. They came up into the city air, crisp with the oncoming winter, and found red and gold banners were had decorated many of the light-posts.
“Excuse me,” Fjord said, to one of the guards, “We’re new in town. What’s the celebration for?”
“It’s Graduation Day, for the Academy, sir,” the guard said, managing to keep the uneasy look in his eye out of his voice, as he took in Fjord and the group behind him, “Rexxentrum is the center of all magical learning in the Dwendalian Empire, and today is the day the students of the famous and grandiose Soltryce Academy graduate and are assigned to their next roles. Try not to make trouble or be in the Shimmer Ward in an hour; disturbing the parade carries a fine.”
“Yes, sir,” Fjord said, and turned back to his friends.
Of course, Caleb thought, leaning heavily on Beau, who held him without complaint. Jester had his other hand; Veth looked over his shoulder at him, as if to confirm he was following. His graduation - the day he had turned from a person to a shattered husk - had been three days ago. It made sense that the students, vollstreckers included, might have a ceremony after.
They got rooms in a tavern and ate, and it was crammed with parents and siblings and guardians, boasting about all their friends and children that were graduating. Caleb barely kept down his meal and went to his room in the silence. From the window he watched the parading students celebrating and the town celebrating them and wondered in which way every student had died like he had, killed like he had.