Deepa still couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that she was here. Her brain would be replaying the moments over and over again, but there were so many. There was the second she finished her exam, holding her breath as she looked out at the audience of heads that held their judgements on their tongues. There was the minute where Morgan Daivat, head of the couriers, so graciously stood and invited her into the class. Invited her of all people, a necromancer at that, into one of the most prestigious classes of Evercrest. Not that the other classes weren’t amazing as well, but the couriers? They were selective and played the most visible role in all of Alkheist. Her heart still raced as she recounted following the man out to the platform where she summoned her dragon as well. Those few minutes had felt like an eternity.
And now she was here. She was standing in the halls of Gold Tower, named so literally she could cry. This luxury was more than her wildest dreams had grappled with. Her thoughts tugged at the back of her head to her parents, who would hopefully be proud that she’d made it this far. They loved her and she knew it, and felt them every step of the way. She would make it here, for them. She would right this world to the best of her ability, with the opportunities provided to her from joining this class.
Aside from her aspirations, the little things had to be taken care of first. Her backpack in place and stuffed duffel bag in hand, Deepa was set to move in. Her right hand was curled tightly around the slip of paper with her room number inscribed in gold ink and a simple yet elegant gold key. She had been informed that her roommate had already checked in, which was frightening. Was the girl’s name ahead of her alphabetically? Or perhaps she’d just taken longer than she’d thought while wandering around campus. She had needed to find food asap before she could even think about resting. All the stress and exertion of the last couple days had left her almost crippled from hunger. It had been a long time since she’d forgotten to feed herself like that. She scarfed down as many food bars and snacks as she could get and finally managed to get to a comfortable level of hunger before heading to find her residence for the next twelve years.
Her cautious steps snaked around one last bend where she found the row of rooms from 32 to 40. Two doors down was her room, 36. Her brown eyes widened as she looked at the intricately carved door sign. It took her a second of fumbling with the key to snap out of it and concentrate on unlocking the door. While her roommate had checked in, she may not still be in the room. Or were they a she? How did they do assignments here? The thoughts were interesting but flew out of her head as her hand wrapped around the doorknob and pushed in, bringing her into her new home.
Once again, Deepa found herself in awe of the elegance of Evercrest. The room matched the tower in being thoroughly… dignified? but not necessarily expensive. While that seemed like a weird word to use for a room, it felt accurate. She saw the window and beds and then quite quickly focused on the other girl in the room. Suddenly Deepa because starkly aware of the fact she hadn’t checked her hair in hours and the crackling dryness of the air that probably was making her hair stand on end. Her shirt was sloppy and loose and oh god, she was a mess because appearance had slipped out of her mind under the stress of application week. Oh shit, now she was just staring awkwardly. The necromancer quickly swiped her arm against her face to make sure there were no crumbs before clearing her throat and stuttering.
“Uh, hey! I’m Deepa, your roommate.”
679 words . @arwen. sorry for the wait ugh