The morning had come quite suddenly to Tev.
When the hubbubs of passing the examination, the assignments, the orientation had all come to a close, she had found herself in a nondescript room in the Sorcerer’s tower. “Nondescript” for the tower, at least; the Sorcerer’s tower was extravagant and filled to the brim with magic. In the whirlwind of the previous day, she had only seen a bit of it, but the interior decorator quite obviously favored opulence. Much of the tower combined form with function when it could, and favored form over function when it couldn’t.
Her room had a bed and a nightstand. There was another bed but no roommate in sight. The sight of soft pink comforters and beautiful, fluffy pillows had reminded Tev that she hadn’t slept in about half a week. She’d dropped her overalls, wrapped herself around the blanket and slept like a log.
Now, the open window caught her by surprise when she sun poured golden light into the room. For a second, Tev just stared at the ceiling, letting the feeling of awe and joy overwhelm her.
She’d passed. She made it in. The library, the knowledge, the dragons—she had them all. Or, would have them all. Whatever, they were within her reach now!
Tev was half tempted to jump out of her window and fly through the grounds. But a more necessary task took precedence. With a flourish, Tev had dumped her bag, spilling clothes, loose paper, and pens all over the bed.
Safe as she may be among her fellow students, Tev had learned that caution, though annoying, had its benefits every now and then. A protection spell was long and arduous with the hinderance of having to actually carve it into the floor and walls but something she was willing to devote at least a bit of time to.
A slip of paper shoved into her hands and then into her bag last night caught her eye. A meeting with her mentor in the program, Alexandra Firan, was to take place this afternoon. There was map and direction to a little café a few floors… below? and maybe a bit to the left? Tev honestly had no sense of direction. The compass currently rolling away from her had gotten quite a bit of use in forty years.
There was enough time for the spell, she decided.
Hours later found her rushing to get dressed. Done with the spell, yes. She’d misjudged the amount of time she’d have to spend moving furniture to line the wall with protective writing. Charging the spell couldn’t be rushed—she’d been stuck in the middle of the room for five hours.
Most of Tev’s clothes had seen better days. She had five days of outfits and, like her hair, she had neglected cleaning them. Unlike her hair, Tev couldn’t fix these with a spell. After a moment, Tev chose the least stained items and hastily pulled them on. The shirt was little more than an oddly shaped piece of tie-dyed cloth meant to be tied around the neck and under the wings. In tropical Tatu, it was pretty useful. Outside of Tatu, it was generally too cold and, strangely, too showy. Other species had odd customs regarding the naked body.
Her pants tied around her waist and legs, poofy and white.
The journey to the café was spent with her eyes on the map. Tev didn’t ask for directions, no matter how lost she got. In her previous journeys, it had gotten her to incredibly places. Now, it was getting her extremely turned around. The tower had to be under a mobility spell. There were rooms that literally didn’t exist on the map. There were corridors that didn’t follow Euclidean geometry.
By the time she’d made it to the café, it was twenty minutes past the time she was supposed to be there, her face was flushed, and she was giggling uncontrollably.
There were a few people in the room, none of which looked much older than her. Tev raised a hand and called out to the room, “Is Alexandra Firan here!”