[OOM: Academy (A. Imp.)] Antillar Maximus
Tavi has been telling himself for days that he's not worried about the start of his term at the Academy. After all, it's what he's wanted for years.
(He's not worried at all about going in without any furies. He doesn't need them--he's gotten this far without them. And he knows, from being in the Bar, that not everyone has furies. That the Alerans came from the Romans and the Romans definitely didn't have furies, and they somehow learned and built the Realm. So crows if he couldn't do the same. And he would. That much he is dead certain of. )
But he's gotten used to being a page, and learned his way around a little bit. So classes on top of that can't be too bad, right?
(The whole roommate thing isn't intimidating at all, either. After all, he doesn't have to worry about what kind of impression he makes, right? Besides which, under Gaius' patronage or not, he was still just the furyless Calderon boy. So long as he stays normal and friendly, the rest of the impression really doesn't matter. It won't be anyone important anyway. It's not like he's a little nervous about dealing with whole new world like this all alone.)
So, after a day of running a few messages for the First Lord and learning his way around the city more, he's finally headed back to his room, still munching on some bread from the market and fully intending as he pushes the door open to simply flop on his bed and maybe get some reading done for classes ahead of time--if only for lack of anything to do.
(He's not worried at all about going in without any furies. He doesn't need them--he's gotten this far without them. And he knows, from being in the Bar, that not everyone has furies. That the Alerans came from the Romans and the Romans definitely didn't have furies, and they somehow learned and built the Realm. So crows if he couldn't do the same. And he would. That much he is dead certain of. )
But he's gotten used to being a page, and learned his way around a little bit. So classes on top of that can't be too bad, right?
(The whole roommate thing isn't intimidating at all, either. After all, he doesn't have to worry about what kind of impression he makes, right? Besides which, under Gaius' patronage or not, he was still just the furyless Calderon boy. So long as he stays normal and friendly, the rest of the impression really doesn't matter. It won't be anyone important anyway. It's not like he's a little nervous about dealing with whole new world like this all alone.)
So, after a day of running a few messages for the First Lord and learning his way around the city more, he's finally headed back to his room, still munching on some bread from the market and fully intending as he pushes the door open to simply flop on his bed and maybe get some reading done for classes ahead of time--if only for lack of anything to do.