Miniwrimo Tag sechsundzwanzig und siebenundzwanzig
Goal for two days: 200
Words written:686
"I'm going back to the room," Sray announced.
"What are you going to do there?" Taysa asked.
"Maybe I'll take a nap. I didn't sleep well last night." Sray turned and started heading back to the closest door. Each hallway seemed to end in a door to the outside so there were multiple exits on each side of the building, just none so grand as the main entry. Kem watched her go a moment before jogging to catch up.
"Are you serious about taking a nap?" Kem asked as she matched step with Sray.
"I don't know, are you serious about following me?"
Kem laughed. "I don't know, it seems better than staring at each other in the yard."
Sray grunted and kept walking. Kem was mercifully quiet as they made their way back towards their room. Classes were stil in session for others as the halls were mostly empty and the dors that were proped open were occupied by students and their instructor. Once they reached the girls' hall Kem attempted more conversation.
"This place is pretty weird, isn't it?" Kem ventured.
Sray looked at Kem for the first time since the girl fell into step beside her somewhat skeptically. "I guess, what makes you think that?"
"Well you have this huge school in the middle of east Elayas, pulling from Savin in the North all the way down to Jon in the south and beyond and they only have a dozen new students for the year and from the looks of it, usually less. Why would na elite craft school teaching dozens of crafts and trades, pulling from so many places have so few students?"
They paused at their door, Sray had the handle. She knew the answer, but it was far from her place or desire to say it, and it would only bring more, and harder questions. "Why do you think they chose you, Kem?" Sray opened the door. "That might be part of the answer you're looking for."
"see, that's the thing, I don't know." Kem sat down in one of the large chairs around the bigger, central table. "I've done some spinning, weaving, knitting, and a bit of sewing, but I wouldn't say I was particularly good at it. Not good enough to be called to go to some special craft school that boasts the finest education in the region. What about you? Why do you think you're here?"
Sray shrugged and eased onto her bed with a sign. "You're prety observant for someone who talks so much." Sray reached behind her head and pulled out the pins that held up her bun, letting her hair fall before pulling it to one side and looking back at Kem sitting in the chair, arms folded and looking sternly at Sray.
"You're cranky. You should have eaten more at lunch."
It was Sray's turn to laugh. "I'm sorry," she chuckled. "I just ..." She trailed off as she looked away and sighed. "I haven't ever been this far from home, and alone, and I don't know what I'm doing here either. I never learned any particular craft, not formally anyway, too busy helping my parents with my younger siblings. I'm sorry I've been a bit rude."
Kem shrugged and sat back in the chair, staring at the cieling. "I'm a long way from home too. My family doesn't travel much. I guess I'm the opposite. I eat more when I'm nervous." She sat up suddenly. "Hey! Do you think the dining hall is still open?"
It was Sray's turn to look skeptically back at her companion. "You just ate, you can't be hungry again."
"Not really, but you might feel better getting something more than a couple rolls in your stomach."
"No thanks. I think I will try and take that nap." She put her head down and closed her eyes, but Sray didn't actually sleep. After waking up in her natural form this morning she couldn't risk actually dozing off and shape-shifting once her conscious mind was unable to focus on keeping form. That was the last thing she needed right now.
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"I'm going back to the room," Sray announced.
"What are you going to do there?" Taysa asked.
"Maybe I'll take a nap. I didn't sleep well last night." Sray turned and started heading back to the closest door. Each hallway seemed to end in a door to the outside so there were multiple exits on each side of the building, just none so grand as the main entry. Kem watched her go a moment before jogging to catch up.
"Are you serious about taking a nap?" Kem asked as she matched step with Sray.
"I don't know, are you serious about following me?"
Kem laughed. "I don't know, it seems better than staring at each other in the yard."
Sray grunted and kept walking. Kem was mercifully quiet as they made their way back towards their room. Classes were stil in session for others as the halls were mostly empty and the dors that were proped open were occupied by students and their instructor. Once they reached the girls' hall Kem attempted more conversation.
"This place is pretty weird, isn't it?" Kem ventured.
Sray looked at Kem for the first time since the girl fell into step beside her somewhat skeptically. "I guess, what makes you think that?"
"Well you have this huge school in the middle of east Elayas, pulling from Savin in the North all the way down to Jon in the south and beyond and they only have a dozen new students for the year and from the looks of it, usually less. Why would na elite craft school teaching dozens of crafts and trades, pulling from so many places have so few students?"
They paused at their door, Sray had the handle. She knew the answer, but it was far from her place or desire to say it, and it would only bring more, and harder questions. "Why do you think they chose you, Kem?" Sray opened the door. "That might be part of the answer you're looking for."
"see, that's the thing, I don't know." Kem sat down in one of the large chairs around the bigger, central table. "I've done some spinning, weaving, knitting, and a bit of sewing, but I wouldn't say I was particularly good at it. Not good enough to be called to go to some special craft school that boasts the finest education in the region. What about you? Why do you think you're here?"
Sray shrugged and eased onto her bed with a sign. "You're prety observant for someone who talks so much." Sray reached behind her head and pulled out the pins that held up her bun, letting her hair fall before pulling it to one side and looking back at Kem sitting in the chair, arms folded and looking sternly at Sray.
"You're cranky. You should have eaten more at lunch."
It was Sray's turn to laugh. "I'm sorry," she chuckled. "I just ..." She trailed off as she looked away and sighed. "I haven't ever been this far from home, and alone, and I don't know what I'm doing here either. I never learned any particular craft, not formally anyway, too busy helping my parents with my younger siblings. I'm sorry I've been a bit rude."
Kem shrugged and sat back in the chair, staring at the cieling. "I'm a long way from home too. My family doesn't travel much. I guess I'm the opposite. I eat more when I'm nervous." She sat up suddenly. "Hey! Do you think the dining hall is still open?"
It was Sray's turn to look skeptically back at her companion. "You just ate, you can't be hungry again."
"Not really, but you might feel better getting something more than a couple rolls in your stomach."
"No thanks. I think I will try and take that nap." She put her head down and closed her eyes, but Sray didn't actually sleep. After waking up in her natural form this morning she couldn't risk actually dozing off and shape-shifting once her conscious mind was unable to focus on keeping form. That was the last thing she needed right now.