First Class!

[vneef_healer]

A day for a student in the House of Bells starts at an unspeakably early hour. Sunrise? Hah! Sleeping in till sunrise would be positively SLOTHFUL.

Alia and Fajah have done their morning exercises, bathed, dressed in suitable clothes and eaten breakfast, and the sun has still not made it over the horizon. (Alia suspects there will be more potent stimulants in use among her peers than tea if this keeps up.)

Their amah, Iris, herds the female students through the courtyard and toward their first class in the eerie gray light of pre-dawn. As they near the classroom, the first year girls mix with the first year boys. Iris stays, as does her male counterpart, watching over the lined up students. Their presence is a bit puzzling, surely they don't expect students of THIS age to get into much trouble in so short a span of time?

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[infinitest]

Better safe than sorry, and besides they have experience.

The students are all wearing their uniforms, traditional kimonos, robes, simple gi sets, carrying writing cases. The more fortunate ones show off their good looks and noble bearings, others try to hide their awkwardness and insecurities.

Both chaperons bow deeply to a new arrival: a man in blue and gold shogunate-style robes, with matching haircut and a carefully trimmed goatee. The newcomer returns the bowing to the chaperons, and watches the students with a severe gaze.

"This is the Illustrious Ledaal Caros Nesen." Says Iris. "He is your First Year teacher."

The more socially-skilled students take the cue easily and bow deep to their teacher.