Feldare Tales: High Society Ch. 02
"We are really just friends," said Wenn hastily.
Crissa cast an askance look at Wenn and added, "Who happen to share a bed."
Peris blinked at this display of jealousy in so-called 'friends,' then shrugged. "I'll leave that for you two to discuss," she said diplomatically. "However, as I have been assigned to acquaint you two with the campus and with your classes and such. I do hope we can all be friends." She favored the two of them with a look of earnest hopefulness and Crissa felt that hope impact her mind so cleanly that she could not help but like the girl.
"I'm sure we will," said Crissa. She noted that Peris was wearing an outfit of similar cut to her own and with almost the same shade of green. "We must, for we both share the same tailor."
Peris grinned at that, eyeing Crissa's skirt and half-top. "I see that," she said.
Wenn blinked and his jaw hung slack as he watched Crissa take credit for his clothing selection, but kept his tongue still. The keeping silent was easy, especially after the caustic look Crissa flashed at him when his jaw fell open. He clamped it shut.
The shorter girl with the brown hair held out pieces of white cloth to the two of them. "Your sashes, as first year students, or the equivalent thereof," she said.
Wenn and Crissa slipped the sashes over their shoulder, as Peris wore hers. She had several small symbols embroidered upon hers, but theirs were bare. "What are those for?" asked Crissa, eyeing the little symbols.
"Awards for achievement and completion," said Peris, looking down. "That one," she pointed to one of the symbols, "was for mastering the rules of etiquette regarding titled nobility." Then she laughed. "Most of the others are for equally important things of earth-shattering moment."
She's got a sense of humor, Wenn thought, very nice.
Crissa cast him another sidelong look as she felt the low-level wave of desire emanate from Wenn, directed at Peris. She smiled inwardly at this display of unbridled emotion from her partner. Sometimes, she liked how it felt to see him desire others.
Peris escorted them to a small chamber filled with smaller desks and chairs. They peered through the cracked door. "This is mathematics studies," said Peris. "Our first class, normally, of the day." Inside, they saw a bald man, wearing spectacles pointing to a drawing upon a large black board at chalk symbols. Wenn recognized them right off, as he used them in his magical formulae. Crissa shook her head.
"I know nothing of mathematics," she said.
"That is why there is a class, to teach you," explained Peris. "It's not my strongest subject, either."
As they moved down the corridor toward another of their classes a chime rang out, and a few moments later, students in their colorful sashes began filling the halls, moving form one classroom to another. Crissa's eyes grew wide at the sight of so many folk in such a confined area and began to breathe heavily. Luckily, most were concentrating on their tasks at hand, and she was not overborne by a wave of emotion as they moved about her in a milling mass.
Two young men in black sashes stopped before the trio, smiling. "Hello, newlings," the burlier of the two said, a youth in his early twenties with light brown hair and narrow blue eyes.
Peris said, "Good morrow, Seniors Lentan and Cherle," and nodded elven-style toward them.
"Rumor has it that you newlings are responsible for Irvin and Waddens being chucked out of the Academy," the one Peris had called Lentan said. "Being sorcerers and all."
Wenn blinked. "I've no idea what you're talking about," he said.
Crissa nodded agreement. "We don't even know who those folk are."
"They were the lads who roughed up your little man here, Miss Witch," said the slightly smaller of the two, the one named Cherle, pointing at Wenn. "I heard they right stomped him near the market square for taking unfair advantage with his magical abilities and hurting their friend."
Peris was growing alarmed at the rather unfavorable direction this conversation was going. "Please, that's old news, Cherle, and it's not our new students' fault that Irvin and Waddens were deviants."
Cherles' face grew red with anger. "You little cu. . . ." he never finished the statement as Wenn's fist smashed into his jaw with a resounding crack.
The young man fell to the floor, writhing and holding his injured jaw. "You will keep a civil tongue, or I will rip it from your face!" screamed Wenn, shaking his hand.
Lentan balled up his fists, but found himself frozen in place by panic, then he backed away from the unknown menace that seemed to come from Crissa, who simply stared at him with angry eyes.
Peris was beside herself. "Dear me," she said, watching Cherle collect himself and use his shoulder against the wall to prop himself up as he climbed the wall.
"I'll get you for that, you little shit," said Cherle, his voice slurred by his numb jaw. Many students had stopped their meanderings to watch the little drama unfold, though none seemed eager to intervene on one side or the other.
The two upper classmen backed away from the trio and then walked down the corridor and the watchers wandered off, as well, the show being over.
Peris turned to Wenn. "By the One, you're quick with that punch," she said, her tone fluttering slightly with admiration.
Crissa nodded. "Yes, only twenty minutes into our first day of schooling and you're already making new friends," she said with dripping sarcasm.
"Why waste time with formalities?" said Wenn, still shaking his hand, he feared he may have broken something in his hand or wrist, but did not care much. Peris was impressed, and that mattered more than a minor injury.
"You do know that Cherle is the son of a duke, don't you?" asked Peris.
"Is he the son of the duke of Morrovale?" asked Wenn in return.
Peris smiled. "No."
"Then I don't care," said Wenn, letting his self-regard inflate his chest.
Wenn had dropped his small ledger as he threw the punch and Crissa bent to pick it up. A wave of desire hit her with enough force to nearly knock her over. She spun about, expecting to see one of the other students taking advantage of the view up her skirt. Only Wenn and Peris stood behind her and Wenn was looking at Peris.
Peris, on the other hand, was looking at her.
Crissa knew that there were girls that were attracted to other girls, but that was the first time she had been lusted after by one directly. It felt different from most men's lust, subtler, and maybe hungrier. Unsure herself at her own feelings toward this new aspect of desire, Crissa dismissed it for now, deciding that she could explore it further later.
The remainder of the morning was spent going from place to place, learning where there classes were held and upon what days they would attend each. She showed them the auditorium and the library, which was extensive, but lacked the sort of texts that would truly interest Wenn, though Crissa was duly impressed.
She even showed them the dormitories, where most of the students housed. Even though they would, of course, be living with Marrat while coming to the Academy every other day.
"You're lucky," said Peris as they left the dormitories. "You two don't have to do the rather odious chores that the staff cooks up on the off days."
Crissa barked a laugh, replying, "No, only the chores that Master Marrat cooks up, like a master chef, every day."
Wenn nodded agreement. "Yes, he's changed the location of his privy three times, at a cost to my arms."
She was escorting them down a long, narrow alleyway between two buildings of the campus, which then debauched on a green way. There were suddenly trees about them and a lush lawn. "What's this?" asked Crissa, smiling.
"The Commons," replied Peris with a wide smile. "It's where we students can get away and relax, after hours, of course. The staff hardly ever comes here."
It was a lovely park, well-tended and quite pretty. It ran for a ways, then met the village's wall. "I like it," said Crissa. Wenn simply nodded in agreement.
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