#sb:starter

That didn’t mean she didn’t want to of course. She had gotten all dressed up after all. Something about that always made her feel more confident. She smiled as someone came up to her and took their place next to her. “Ready?”

And yet, as he was lost in thoughts, Adelger was looking at that same tree adorned in white ribbons, while his hand played with a piece of cloth—purple in colour. His mind wondering so deeply and far away that he did not notice someone approaching until it was too late.

Laughter. “Yes, professor. I shan’t forget.” A smile that was almost a smirk, a bow, a pat on his shoulder, and then Mangin left and this expression disappeared. Tyl’s face was blank. And then he realised there was someone standing there, looking in his direction, and he very quickly smiled. “How long have you been standing there?”

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Falka was seating in the hallway. Hands on her bent knees, which were shaking vigorously. She couldn't stop it, the shaking, as much as she wanted to. She didn't know how she found herself in the middle of the busy hallway, eyes blank, staring at the distance, and the never ending shaking, but she couldn't grasp the thoughts that went through her head. She felt like she was losing it. And through the crowd of passing legs and shoes, one suddenly stopped in front of her.

She wasn’t studying as much as she was daydreaming, and she wouldn’t have even bothered with a book at all if only people were . . . Cheerier. Yes, there was that radical purist unpleasantness afoot -- though Emma thought it rather odd that a fellow purist, with a presumably impeccable education, should stoop to such risky severity -- but that was certainly no reason to cease all levity on campus! Not that there had ever been much levity on campus, but still. “Why don’t we run away?” Emma suggested, not at all serious, but nonetheless wishful.