Post by Benedic Galgory on Apr 11, 2007 22:37:04 GMT 10
Benedic looked around the sorting hall and if he ignored the new faces here and there then little had changed in the four years since his own sorting. The air had the same feeling to it; the old students showing pride in the new additions to their house, the younger ones waiting with baited breath for their turn to be sorted or with relief sitting at the tables which should provide happiness and support for the rest of their time at Koalingo. Brushing his mop of brown hair aside so he could more easily see the ever-shortening line of new students taking their turn to draw the swords, he reflected upon his own sorting and what it had meant to him.
*
He stood with all the rest of the new students awaiting his turn for sorting. Never one to stand still too long, he glanced about at the tables while the line shuffled forward. The Emerindyls looked like a good sort, very cheerful really, and Benedic thought that being sorted into them wouldn’t be too bad. Not so the Ruberagons, who had their collective noses turned up at everyone in the room that they felt were beneath them... which was almost everyone in the room. The Saphricorn table seemed overflowing with people and pets - many he was sure might not be one hundred percent on the approved list - but it looked like somewhere he wouldn’t mind stopping at either. Lastly were the Ameraids, whose love of study extended even to such times as this, and Benedic noted the students giving welcomes between note–taking and from behind an assortment of books, scrolls and runes stacked high upon their table, a small popping noise of someone’s potion set somewhere at the back almost out of sight.
Returning his attention to the front of the line Benedic noticed that he was but second now and the young girl in front of him was moving forward to have her turn at trying the blades of sorting. She walked slowly from each of the first two and then drew the sword of Saphricorn cleanly from its boulder. After she had sat down at her table and the clapping had lowered to only a dim roar did Benedic make his way up to the swords. Feeling excited and also just a little nervous he reached for the sword of Emerindyl, but though it wiggled slightly the blade would not come free. Next he moved to the Ruberagon blade but it felt solidly bound to the stone when he tried its hilt. Shrugging to himself he next tried the Saphricorn sword, and with his first tug did it come free from the stone encasing its blade. Smiling, he placed the sword back into the boulder and made his way to the table and sat down not far from the girl who was sorted just ahead of him.
*
Focusing back on the present and noticing a new student walking over to the Saphricorn table he picked up the clapping of the rest and then shook the hand of the young boy who sat down next to him. “Welcome to Saphricorn” he said, “I think you will enjoy yourself here.”
*
He stood with all the rest of the new students awaiting his turn for sorting. Never one to stand still too long, he glanced about at the tables while the line shuffled forward. The Emerindyls looked like a good sort, very cheerful really, and Benedic thought that being sorted into them wouldn’t be too bad. Not so the Ruberagons, who had their collective noses turned up at everyone in the room that they felt were beneath them... which was almost everyone in the room. The Saphricorn table seemed overflowing with people and pets - many he was sure might not be one hundred percent on the approved list - but it looked like somewhere he wouldn’t mind stopping at either. Lastly were the Ameraids, whose love of study extended even to such times as this, and Benedic noted the students giving welcomes between note–taking and from behind an assortment of books, scrolls and runes stacked high upon their table, a small popping noise of someone’s potion set somewhere at the back almost out of sight.
Returning his attention to the front of the line Benedic noticed that he was but second now and the young girl in front of him was moving forward to have her turn at trying the blades of sorting. She walked slowly from each of the first two and then drew the sword of Saphricorn cleanly from its boulder. After she had sat down at her table and the clapping had lowered to only a dim roar did Benedic make his way up to the swords. Feeling excited and also just a little nervous he reached for the sword of Emerindyl, but though it wiggled slightly the blade would not come free. Next he moved to the Ruberagon blade but it felt solidly bound to the stone when he tried its hilt. Shrugging to himself he next tried the Saphricorn sword, and with his first tug did it come free from the stone encasing its blade. Smiling, he placed the sword back into the boulder and made his way to the table and sat down not far from the girl who was sorted just ahead of him.
*
Focusing back on the present and noticing a new student walking over to the Saphricorn table he picked up the clapping of the rest and then shook the hand of the young boy who sat down next to him. “Welcome to Saphricorn” he said, “I think you will enjoy yourself here.”