Post by Niles Limor on May 19, 2011 9:06:22 GMT 10
Niles was no first year. He was a transfer student. That amounted to pretty much the same thing. He had to go through a sorting ceremony that was destined to be both familiar and incredibly dissimilar to the one he had last gone through. As much as he loved the experience of his first year of training in the magical world, the end of it had ended the small institution he had been part of. Sometimes he still thought he could hear screams. It seems like the world had gone to hell lately.
“Limor, Niles.” he rose to his feet. Steadily he walked forward, aware that the limp that would never truly vanish was likely noticeable to those around him. Not that that mattered on a broom or in academics, so it wasn't something he was worried about. His hand reached immediately out for the sword he felt like he would have drawn once upon a time. Saphricorn's sword stayed firmly in place. He pulled back, remembering the song speaking of the houses of Koalingo and stared just briefly at his own hand as he wondered just where that part of him had gone.
He reached for another. Ruberagon's sword again stayed still. With a sarcastic smile on his face, he didn't move toward Ameraid.
I'm not that bright.
This left him two options and one was to walk away without drawing a sword. His hand closed around the handle of Emerindyl's sword and he pulled. For just a moment he felt a surge of something as the sword came free, but he quashed it immediately and returned the blade to its place. Without raising his eyes to anyone, he made his way to the Emerindyl table and settled into a seat.
“Limor, Niles.” he rose to his feet. Steadily he walked forward, aware that the limp that would never truly vanish was likely noticeable to those around him. Not that that mattered on a broom or in academics, so it wasn't something he was worried about. His hand reached immediately out for the sword he felt like he would have drawn once upon a time. Saphricorn's sword stayed firmly in place. He pulled back, remembering the song speaking of the houses of Koalingo and stared just briefly at his own hand as he wondered just where that part of him had gone.
He reached for another. Ruberagon's sword again stayed still. With a sarcastic smile on his face, he didn't move toward Ameraid.
I'm not that bright.
This left him two options and one was to walk away without drawing a sword. His hand closed around the handle of Emerindyl's sword and he pulled. For just a moment he felt a surge of something as the sword came free, but he quashed it immediately and returned the blade to its place. Without raising his eyes to anyone, he made his way to the Emerindyl table and settled into a seat.