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[2 hours in. Last hour was a pretty great hour for writing.]
I cast a nervous look around the room to see where Professor Stone was, and saw him engrossed in conversation at a round table on the other side of the room. Twyla was keeping a better lid on her volume than I might have in her position... whatever position that might have been... but I didn't want to get a reputation for being disruptive, or using free class time to have personal discussions.
The other students at my table seemed to have the same thoughts, as they were bunching up a bit around the other side.
"What exactly happened?" I asked Twyla.
"What do you think happened?" she replied. "That was a nice trick you pulled."
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"I would be, too," she said.
"What exactly did I do?"
"Send me to talk to Professor Bohd," she said.
"Look, Professor Bohd might not be the nicest person in the world, but the thing about her is that she gives everyone a fair shake," I said.
"Fairness?" Twyla said. "Is that what you call it?"
"I don't know, I have no idea what 'it' is," I said. "I swear, it's like I'm talking to... someone else."
I'd been about to say "Sooni", but I'd remembered at the last moment that the volatile and differently-perceptive fox girl was also in the class with us. Even the mention of her name was sure to bring her clomping over in our direction and that would be the worst possible thing for anyone trying to avoid a scene. Sooni's whole life was made up of scenes, and she got mad when the other actors didn't follow the script.
"Well... go talk to someone else, then," Twyla said.
She said that like she was throwing out a scathing insult. I could tell she was seriously ticked from the way her face was turning purple, but she really wasn't equipped for expressing it. The problem was, she wasn't expressing much of anything.
"You came to me," I reminded her. "Twice, in fact."
"I came to you for help... I almost thought better of it, the first time. I wish I had."
It would have been really easy for me to just be indignant back at her and then we could each walk away thinking we were utterly justified in believing the other one had been completely out of line, but there had obviously been some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe we'd never be friends, but it seemed worth the effort to sort out what had actually happened if I could.
"And I wanted to help you," I said. "I thought I was helping you, I mean. I'm sorry it didn't work out, but maybe if you tell me what happened I can actually do something. I like to think Professor Bohd is sort of a friend..."
"So you'd take her side."
Now it really was like talking to Sooni. Sooni didn't have any kind of a handle on her emotions, as far as I could tell because she had parents who indulged her and just let her scream her head off whenever she got upset. I couldn't really see Twyla in that situation, especially as she'd obviously grown up in a religious and somewhat conservative household.
I had the somewhat uncomfortable thought that maybe her rising temper was related to whatever had caused the fire manifestations... anger did have an elemental correlation there.
"Is everything alright here, ladies?" Professor Stone said, suddenly directly behind us.
I froze. I think Twyla did, too. This would have been a great time for one of us to giggle and say, "Oh, yes, we're just sharing our thoughts on... something actually relevant to the assignment." I'd had truthfulness ingrained into me by my grandmother, and I doubted Twyla was any more facile of a liar than I was.
"Take a few moments to sort out a better time or place to have this discussion," the professor said. He didn't say it particularly sternly, but with the genuine jolliness that had inflected everything else I'd heard him say missing, it felt like a lecture. "And then find someone else to discuss your projects with, if you need to."
"Not necessary, thank you," Twyla said, and she turned to leave.
"Are you sure?" the professor said. "You may find yourself less distracted for the remainder..."
"I won't be distracted all," she said. "If you'll please excuse me, I would like to get back to work."
Professor Stone gave me a look that I thought might have been apologetic, then turned and wandered away himself. Suddenly very self-conscious, I looked back down at the drawing I'd started. The old "everybody is looking at me" feeling was back, the one that existed as much in the pit of my stomach as in my head. It wasn't as bad as it had been once upon a time, but it was something I'd never be overjoyed to feel.
I did my best to put it out of my mind and focus on the assignment. I didn't want to write off my attempts to reconcile with Twyla as a failure, but there was nothing more I could do at the moment. I could probably catch up to her in the halls after class easily enough. I wouldn't force the issue or chase after her if she really didn't want to talk to me, but I suspected... or hoped... that after having more than an hour of enforced separation she'd cool down a bit.
Fire nature aside, she didn't seem like the hot-headed type.
"So what was that about?" the girl sitting closest to me asked quietly after a minute or so had passed.
"A private thing," I said. "Not mine."
"What's up with the horns? Is she part ogre?"
"No," I said. "Ogres don't have horns."
"Don't they? I always pictured them that way."
"There's a half-ogre who's a star player on the Skirmish team," I said.
She wrinkled her nose. I couldn't do that, but I had an immediate soft spot for anyone who could, because Amaranth did it a lot. I had to admit she was on the cute side. Her skin was a deep tan, and her hair an unnatural orange... it didn't look dyed, so it was probably a glam job. Not that this was surprising in a G&D class. Indeed, it wasn't the most surprising feature of her hairstyle.
Her hair was up in a sort of spiky curve that must have taken an impressive amount of alteration to sustain, if it wasn't glamour, too... it looked like the individual strands were less rigid than hair spray would have made them, but way more so than hair would ordinarily have been. It added about five inches of height to her silhouette. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, but she obviously wore it without any particular concern for what any random person might think.
"Not a fan?" I said.
"I don't really pay a lot of attention to it," she said. That was generally a safer move, socially, than admitting you didn't like Skirmish. I guess she didn't know how expressive her face was.
"I can't stand it," I said.
"Neither can I," she said, her face lighting up. "I love stone soldiers, though."
"Oh," I said, trying to keep my face a bit less transparent than hers.
"I mean, I play a little, I don't know if 'love' is the right word..."
"I have a lot of friends who play," I said.
"Oh, of course," she said. "You would, I suppose... the whole game started in Harlowe, right?"
"It started in a kobold warren, but yeah, I guess you might say it surfaced there," I said. "Um, so I guess it'd be pointless to introduce myself. Does this mean you've heard the story of my triumph over the dark lord, or whatever?"
"Is that your idea of a joke?"
"No, but it's somebody's idea of one," I said. Steff's one-woman campaign to keep my notoriety alive during my sophomore year had included some rather colorful embellishments.
"Mack, everyone knows who you are," she said. "Heck, I've seen you naked."
I resisted the impulse to ask her when. The fact that were too many possible occasions for me to call them all to mind was sure to bring a flush to my cheeks.
"Oh, you don't have to blush," she said. "That's the kind of thing college was made for. I'm Vicky, by the way."
"I'm... well, you know," I said. "Though actually, I've found that not everyone does know me. Even people who were here last year. I don't like to assume... in fact, I'd kind of rather believe that most people don't."
"Huh," she said. "Seems like everyone I know does."
"I guess it's just a matter of different social circles... like when everyone you know listens to the same music or reads the same books," I said.
"Or listens to the same gossip," she said. "Yeah, I get you."
"Did you do your own hair?" I asked her, with the sudden and somewhat frightening realization that this was small talk and I was making it and it was going pretty much okay.
"Oh, this?" she said. She gave her head a toss, and her hair kind of shifted over. "Yeah. It's actually not supposed to be quite that high... I was going to sort of fold it over so it has like a flip in the middle and hangs down over one eye? But I did a big spell last night and I ran out of energy this morning. I had enough to undo it or leave it like this. So what are you working on?"
"TV," I said.
"I picked a mirror," she said. "I'm glad I did, it's not hard to see how to make an ugly square mirror classier without hurting its functions."
"If it's supposed to be for public use, though, any ornamentation might just encourage vandalism or theft," I said. "They don't make public mirrors plain and flat and square because some marketing person decided people like boring stuff. You have to remember that."
"Good point," she said. "It could be a plain mirror that shows fancy scrollwork all around the edges when it's not in use, though."
She giggled.
"What?" I said.
"Just a random thought," she said. "I was just thinking about different uses for illusions behind the glass, and I had this image of a public mirror out on the side of a building somewhere and it's showing fish swimming by. That's probably a bit too... whimsical. Though that kind of eye-catching animation might open advertising possibilities."
"Yeah," I said, though the mention of fish had sparked something in me.
"We should probably get back to work," she said. "Don't want Stone coming down on you twice in one class, do we?"
"Seriously," I said. I couldn't help thinking that it was only when the subject shifted from ourselves to our assignments that she said this, but it was still pretty much idle chit-chat either way.
Though it had been helpful idle chit-chat, because I now had an idea. A television that wasn't in use was basically a box. The newer and more expensive ones had space-saving enchantments, but that aside, a television just took up space when it wasn't showing anything. You couldn't keep anything in it because it would be in the way of the images when you wanted to watch it. What about a TV that turned into an illusionary aquarium?
I'd seen "virtual fireplaces" incorporated into TVs, but they seemed to be mostly seasonal in their appeal... and one designed to look like a fireplace would have limited marketability, because it would have to be more or less installed where a fireplace would go. An aquarium, on the other hand, was movable... it might sit on any table or stand or cabinet. A TV designed to provide the visual effects of an aquarium could go anywhere an aquarium might go.
My brain was off and running on the idea of TVs that unobtrusively passed themselves off as other things when not being watched. Like, the really thin wall-mounted kind that were becoming popular could be virtual windows, showing far off-scenes... or linked to proper divination enchantments, the view from an actual window if one happened to be placed there. Though that would be complicated, and would probably require some carefully woven limitations to make sure they only worked when placed against an exterior wall. Otherwise they'd be a voyeur's dream.
That was getting ahead of myself, though. One of the advantages of the aquarium idea was that like the fireplace, it wouldn't even take much modification to a TV's basic enchantments. Another one was that it would allow me to incorporate the kind of aesthetic flourishesI knew Stone liked. The outside of the set could be all sleek and black and modern, but I could design the illusionary elements to show the sort of classical flourishes I knew he enjoyed.
The only question was if I had the artistic talent to pull that off. The answer to that question was no, no I did not.
[1.5 hours in.]
I cast a nervous look around the room to see where Professor Stone was, and saw him engrossed in conversation at a round table on the other side of the room. Twyla was keeping a better lid on her volume than I might have in her position... whatever position that might have been... but I didn't want to get a reputation for being disruptive, or using free class time to have personal discussions.
The other students at my table seemed to have the same thoughts, as they were bunching up a bit around the other side.
"What exactly happened?" I asked Twyla.
"What do you think happened?" she replied. "That was a nice trick you pulled."
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"I would be, too," she said.
"What exactly did I do?"
"Send me to talk to Professor Bohd," she said.
"Look, Professor Bohd might not be the nicest person in the world, but the thing about her is that she gives everyone a fair shake," I said.
"Fairness?" Twyla said. "Is that what you call it?"
"I don't know, I have no idea what 'it' is," I said. "I swear, it's like I'm talking to... someone else."
I'd been about to say "Sooni", but I'd remembered at the last moment that the volatile and differently-perceptive fox girl was also in the class with us. Even the mention of her name was sure to bring her clomping over in our direction and that would be the worst possible thing for anyone trying to avoid a scene. Sooni's whole life was made up of scenes, and she got mad when the other actors didn't follow the script.
"Well... go talk to someone else, then," Twyla said.
She said that like she was throwing out a scathing insult. I could tell she was seriously ticked from the way her face was turning purple, but she really wasn't equipped for expressing it. The problem was, she wasn't expressing much of anything.
"You came to me," I reminded her. "Twice, in fact."
"I came to you for help... I almost thought better of it, the first time. I wish I had."
It would have been really easy for me to just be indignant back at her and then we could each walk away thinking we were utterly justified in believing the other one had been completely out of line, but there had obviously been some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe we'd never be friends, but it seemed worth the effort to sort out what had actually happened if I could.
"And I wanted to help you," I said. "I thought I was helping you, I mean. I'm sorry it didn't work out, but maybe if you tell me what happened I can actually do something. I like to think Professor Bohd is sort of a friend..."
"So you'd take her side."
Now it really was like talking to Sooni. Sooni didn't have any kind of a handle on her emotions, as far as I could tell because she had parents who indulged her and just let her scream her head off whenever she got upset. I couldn't really see Twyla in that situation, especially as she'd obviously grown up in a religious and somewhat conservative household.
I had the somewhat uncomfortable thought that maybe her rising temper was related to whatever had caused the fire manifestations... anger did have an elemental correlation there.
"Is everything alright here, ladies?" Professor Stone said, suddenly directly behind us.
I froze. I think Twyla did, too. This would have been a great time for one of us to giggle and say, "Oh, yes, we're just sharing our thoughts on... something actually relevant to the assignment." I'd had truthfulness ingrained into me by my grandmother, and I doubted Twyla was any more facile of a liar than I was.
"Take a few moments to sort out a better time or place to have this discussion," the professor said. He didn't say it particularly sternly, but with the genuine jolliness that had inflected everything else I'd heard him say missing, it felt like a lecture. "And then find someone else to discuss your projects with, if you need to."
"Not necessary, thank you," Twyla said, and she turned to leave.
"Are you sure?" the professor said. "You may find yourself less distracted for the remainder..."
"I won't be distracted all," she said. "If you'll please excuse me, I would like to get back to work."
Professor Stone gave me a look that I thought might have been apologetic, then turned and wandered away himself. Suddenly very self-conscious, I looked back down at the drawing I'd started. The old "everybody is looking at me" feeling was back, the one that existed as much in the pit of my stomach as in my head. It wasn't as bad as it had been once upon a time, but it was something I'd never be overjoyed to feel.
I did my best to put it out of my mind and focus on the assignment. I didn't want to write off my attempts to reconcile with Twyla as a failure, but there was nothing more I could do at the moment. I could probably catch up to her in the halls after class easily enough. I wouldn't force the issue or chase after her if she really didn't want to talk to me, but I suspected... or hoped... that after having more than an hour of enforced separation she'd cool down a bit.
Fire nature aside, she didn't seem like the hot-headed type.
"So what was that about?" the girl sitting closest to me asked quietly after a minute or so had passed.
"A private thing," I said. "Not mine."
"What's up with the horns? Is she part ogre?"
"No," I said. "Ogres don't have horns."
"Don't they? I always pictured them that way."
"There's a half-ogre who's a star player on the Skirmish team," I said.
She wrinkled her nose. I couldn't do that, but I had an immediate soft spot for anyone who could, because Amaranth did it a lot. I had to admit she was on the cute side. Her skin was a deep tan, and her hair an unnatural orange... it didn't look dyed, so it was probably a glam job. Not that this was surprising in a G&D class. Indeed, it wasn't the most surprising feature of her hairstyle.
Her hair was up in a sort of spiky curve that must have taken an impressive amount of alteration to sustain, if it wasn't glamour, too... it looked like the individual strands were less rigid than hair spray would have made them, but way more so than hair would ordinarily have been. It added about five inches of height to her silhouette. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, but she obviously wore it without any particular concern for what any random person might think.
"Not a fan?" I said.
"I don't really pay a lot of attention to it," she said. That was generally a safer move, socially, than admitting you didn't like Skirmish. I guess she didn't know how expressive her face was.
"I can't stand it," I said.
"Neither can I," she said, her face lighting up. "I love stone soldiers, though."
"Oh," I said, trying to keep my face a bit less transparent than hers.
"I mean, I play a little, I don't know if 'love' is the right word..."
"I have a lot of friends who play," I said.
"Oh, of course," she said. "You would, I suppose... the whole game started in Harlowe, right?"
"It started in a kobold warren, but yeah, I guess you might say it surfaced there," I said. "Um, so I guess it'd be pointless to introduce myself. Does this mean you've heard the story of my triumph over the dark lord, or whatever?"
"Is that your idea of a joke?"
"No, but it's somebody's idea of one," I said. Steff's one-woman campaign to keep my notoriety alive during my sophomore year had included some rather colorful embellishments.
"Mack, everyone knows who you are," she said. "Heck, I've seen you naked."
I resisted the impulse to ask her when. The fact that were too many possible occasions for me to call them all to mind was sure to bring a flush to my cheeks.
"Oh, you don't have to blush," she said. "That's the kind of thing college was made for. I'm Vicky, by the way."
"I'm... well, you know," I said. "Though actually, I've found that not everyone does know me. Even people who were here last year. I don't like to assume... in fact, I'd kind of rather believe that most people don't."
"Huh," she said. "Seems like everyone I know does."
"I guess it's just a matter of different social circles... like when everyone you know listens to the same music or reads the same books," I said.
"Or listens to the same gossip," she said. "Yeah, I get you."
"Did you do your own hair?" I asked her, with the sudden and somewhat frightening realization that this was small talk and I was making it and it was going pretty much okay.
"Oh, this?" she said. She gave her head a toss, and her hair kind of shifted over. "Yeah. It's actually not supposed to be quite that high... I was going to sort of fold it over so it has like a flip in the middle and hangs down over one eye? But I did a big spell last night and I ran out of energy this morning. I had enough to undo it or leave it like this."
[One hour in. Half an hour today, already rolling much better than yesterday.]
I cast a nervous look around the room to see where Professor Stone was, and saw him engrossed in conversation at a round table on the other side of the room. Twyla was keeping a better lid on her volume than I might have in her position... whatever position that might have been... but I didn't want to get a reputation for being disruptive, or using free class time to have personal discussions.
The other students at my table seemed to have the same thoughts, as they were bunching up a bit around the other side.
"What exactly happened?" I asked Twyla.
"What do you think happened?" she replied. "That was a nice trick you pulled."
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"I would be, too," she said.
"What exactly did I do?"
"Send me to talk to Professor Bohd," she said.
"Look, Professor Bohd might not be the nicest person in the world, but the thing about her is that she gives everyone a fair shake," I said.
"Fairness?" Twyla said. "Is that what you call it?"
"I don't know, I have no idea what 'it' is," I said. "I swear, it's like I'm talking to... someone else."
I'd been about to say "Sooni", but I'd remembered at the last moment that the volatile and differently-perceptive fox girl was also in the class with us. Even the mention of her name was sure to bring her clomping over in our direction and that would be the worst possible thing for anyone trying to avoid a scene. Sooni's whole life was made up of scenes, and she got mad when the other actors didn't follow the script.
"Well... go talk to someone else, then," Twyla said.
She said that like she was throwing out a scathing insult. I could tell she was seriously ticked from the way her face was turning purple, but she really wasn't equipped for expressing it. The problem was, she wasn't expressing much of anything.
"You came to me," I reminded her. "Twice, in fact."
"I came to you for help... I almost thought better of it, the first time. I wish I had."
It would have been really easy for me to just be indignant back at her and then we could each walk away thinking we were utterly justified in believing the other one had been completely out of line, but there had obviously been some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe we'd never be friends, but it seemed worth the effort to sort out what had actually happened if I could.
"And I wanted to help you," I said. "I thought I was helping you, I mean. I'm sorry it didn't work out, but maybe if you tell me what happened I can actually do something. I like to think Professor Bohd is sort of a friend..."
"So you'd take her side."
Now it really was like talking to Sooni. Sooni didn't have any kind of a handle on her emotions, as far as I could tell because she had parents who indulged her and just let her scream her head off whenever she got upset. I couldn't really see Twyla in that situation, especially as she'd obviously grown up in a religious and somewhat conservative household.
I had the somewhat uncomfortable thought that maybe her rising temper was related to whatever had caused the fire manifestations... anger did have an elemental correlation there.
"Is everything alright here, ladies?" Professor Stone said, suddenly directly behind us.
I froze. I think Twyla did, too. This would have been a great time for one of us to giggle and say, "Oh, yes, we're just sharing our thoughts on... something actually relevant to the assignment." I'd had truthfulness ingrained into me by my grandmother, and I doubted Twyla was any more facile of a liar than I was.
"Take a few moments to sort out a better time or place to have this discussion," the professor said. He didn't say it particularly sternly, but with the genuine jolliness that had inflected everything else I'd heard him say missing, it felt like a lecture. "And then find someone else to discuss your projects with, if you need to."
"Not necessary, thank you," Twyla said, and she turned to leave.
"Are you sure?" the professor said. "You may find yourself less distracted for the remainder..."
"I won't be distracted all," she said. "If you'll please excuse me, I would like to get back to work."
Professor Stone gave me a look that I thought might have been apologetic, then turned and wandered away himself. Suddenly very self-conscious, I looked back down at the drawing I'd started.
[Half hour in. Having a hard time getting my head in this, due to a bad brain day. But at least I've got a start for tomorrow.]
"What exactly happened?" I asked Twyla.
"What do you think happened?" she replied. "That was a nice trick you pulled."
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"I would be, too," she said.
"What exactly did I do?"
"Send me to talk to Professor Bohd," she said.
"Look, Professor Bohd might not be the nicest person in the world, but the thing about her is that she gives everyone a fair shake," I said.
"Fairness?" Twyla said. "Is that what you call it?"
"I don't know, I have no idea what 'it' is," I said. "I swear, it's like I'm talking to... someone else."
I'd been about to say "Sooni", but I'd remembered at the last moment that the volatile and differently-perceptive fox girl was also in the class with us. Even the mention of her name was sure to bring her clomping over in our direction.
"Well... go talk to someone else, then," she said. "I came to you for help."
I could tell she was seriously ticked from the way her face was turning purple, but she really wasn't equipped for expressing it. The problem was, she wasn't expressing much of anything. It would have been really easy for me to just be indignant back at her and then we could each walk away thinking we were utterly justified in believing the other one had been completely out of line, but there had obviously been some sort of misunderstanding
"And I wanted to help you," I said. "I thought I was helping you, I mean. I'm sorry it didn't work out, but maybe if you tell me what happened I can actually do something. I like to think Professor Bohd is sort of a friend..."
"So you'd take her side."
Now it really was like talking to Sooni. Sooni didn't have any kind of a handle on her emotions, as far as I could tell because she had parents who indulged her and just let her scream her head off whenever she got upset. I couldn't really see Twyla in that situation, especially as she'd obviously grown up in a religious and somewhat conservative household.
I had the somewhat uncomfortable thought that maybe her rising temper was related to whatever had caused the fire manifestations... anger did have an elemental correlation there.
[]
"Is everything alright here, ladies?" Professor Stone said.
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4:45-5:15 ~1600 (+800)
5:15-5:45 ~2200 (+600)
[2 hours in. Last hour was a pretty great hour for writing.]
I cast a nervous look around the room to see where Professor Stone was, and saw him engrossed in conversation at a round table on the other side of the room. Twyla was keeping a better lid on her volume than I might have in her position... whatever position that might have been... but I didn't want to get a reputation for being disruptive, or using free class time to have personal discussions.
The other students at my table seemed to have the same thoughts, as they were bunching up a bit around the other side.
"What exactly happened?" I asked Twyla.
"What do you think happened?" she replied. "That was a nice trick you pulled."
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"I would be, too," she said.
"What exactly did I do?"
"Send me to talk to Professor Bohd," she said.
"Look, Professor Bohd might not be the nicest person in the world, but the thing about her is that she gives everyone a fair shake," I said.
"Fairness?" Twyla said. "Is that what you call it?"
"I don't know, I have no idea what 'it' is," I said. "I swear, it's like I'm talking to... someone else."
I'd been about to say "Sooni", but I'd remembered at the last moment that the volatile and differently-perceptive fox girl was also in the class with us. Even the mention of her name was sure to bring her clomping over in our direction and that would be the worst possible thing for anyone trying to avoid a scene. Sooni's whole life was made up of scenes, and she got mad when the other actors didn't follow the script.
"Well... go talk to someone else, then," Twyla said.
She said that like she was throwing out a scathing insult. I could tell she was seriously ticked from the way her face was turning purple, but she really wasn't equipped for expressing it. The problem was, she wasn't expressing much of anything.
"You came to me," I reminded her. "Twice, in fact."
"I came to you for help... I almost thought better of it, the first time. I wish I had."
It would have been really easy for me to just be indignant back at her and then we could each walk away thinking we were utterly justified in believing the other one had been completely out of line, but there had obviously been some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe we'd never be friends, but it seemed worth the effort to sort out what had actually happened if I could.
"And I wanted to help you," I said. "I thought I was helping you, I mean. I'm sorry it didn't work out, but maybe if you tell me what happened I can actually do something. I like to think Professor Bohd is sort of a friend..."
"So you'd take her side."
Now it really was like talking to Sooni. Sooni didn't have any kind of a handle on her emotions, as far as I could tell because she had parents who indulged her and just let her scream her head off whenever she got upset. I couldn't really see Twyla in that situation, especially as she'd obviously grown up in a religious and somewhat conservative household.
I had the somewhat uncomfortable thought that maybe her rising temper was related to whatever had caused the fire manifestations... anger did have an elemental correlation there.
"Is everything alright here, ladies?" Professor Stone said, suddenly directly behind us.
I froze. I think Twyla did, too. This would have been a great time for one of us to giggle and say, "Oh, yes, we're just sharing our thoughts on... something actually relevant to the assignment." I'd had truthfulness ingrained into me by my grandmother, and I doubted Twyla was any more facile of a liar than I was.
"Take a few moments to sort out a better time or place to have this discussion," the professor said. He didn't say it particularly sternly, but with the genuine jolliness that had inflected everything else I'd heard him say missing, it felt like a lecture. "And then find someone else to discuss your projects with, if you need to."
"Not necessary, thank you," Twyla said, and she turned to leave.
"Are you sure?" the professor said. "You may find yourself less distracted for the remainder..."
"I won't be distracted all," she said. "If you'll please excuse me, I would like to get back to work."
Professor Stone gave me a look that I thought might have been apologetic, then turned and wandered away himself. Suddenly very self-conscious, I looked back down at the drawing I'd started. The old "everybody is looking at me" feeling was back, the one that existed as much in the pit of my stomach as in my head. It wasn't as bad as it had been once upon a time, but it was something I'd never be overjoyed to feel.
I did my best to put it out of my mind and focus on the assignment. I didn't want to write off my attempts to reconcile with Twyla as a failure, but there was nothing more I could do at the moment. I could probably catch up to her in the halls after class easily enough. I wouldn't force the issue or chase after her if she really didn't want to talk to me, but I suspected... or hoped... that after having more than an hour of enforced separation she'd cool down a bit.
Fire nature aside, she didn't seem like the hot-headed type.
"So what was that about?" the girl sitting closest to me asked quietly after a minute or so had passed.
"A private thing," I said. "Not mine."
"What's up with the horns? Is she part ogre?"
"No," I said. "Ogres don't have horns."
"Don't they? I always pictured them that way."
"There's a half-ogre who's a star player on the Skirmish team," I said.
She wrinkled her nose. I couldn't do that, but I had an immediate soft spot for anyone who could, because Amaranth did it a lot. I had to admit she was on the cute side. Her skin was a deep tan, and her hair an unnatural orange... it didn't look dyed, so it was probably a glam job. Not that this was surprising in a G&D class. Indeed, it wasn't the most surprising feature of her hairstyle.
Her hair was up in a sort of spiky curve that must have taken an impressive amount of alteration to sustain, if it wasn't glamour, too... it looked like the individual strands were less rigid than hair spray would have made them, but way more so than hair would ordinarily have been. It added about five inches of height to her silhouette. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, but she obviously wore it without any particular concern for what any random person might think.
"Not a fan?" I said.
"I don't really pay a lot of attention to it," she said. That was generally a safer move, socially, than admitting you didn't like Skirmish. I guess she didn't know how expressive her face was.
"I can't stand it," I said.
"Neither can I," she said, her face lighting up. "I love stone soldiers, though."
"Oh," I said, trying to keep my face a bit less transparent than hers.
"I mean, I play a little, I don't know if 'love' is the right word..."
"I have a lot of friends who play," I said.
"Oh, of course," she said. "You would, I suppose... the whole game started in Harlowe, right?"
"It started in a kobold warren, but yeah, I guess you might say it surfaced there," I said. "Um, so I guess it'd be pointless to introduce myself. Does this mean you've heard the story of my triumph over the dark lord, or whatever?"
"Is that your idea of a joke?"
"No, but it's somebody's idea of one," I said. Steff's one-woman campaign to keep my notoriety alive during my sophomore year had included some rather colorful embellishments.
"Mack, everyone knows who you are," she said. "Heck, I've seen you naked."
I resisted the impulse to ask her when. The fact that were too many possible occasions for me to call them all to mind was sure to bring a flush to my cheeks.
"Oh, you don't have to blush," she said. "That's the kind of thing college was made for. I'm Vicky, by the way."
"I'm... well, you know," I said. "Though actually, I've found that not everyone does know me. Even people who were here last year. I don't like to assume... in fact, I'd kind of rather believe that most people don't."
"Huh," she said. "Seems like everyone I know does."
"I guess it's just a matter of different social circles... like when everyone you know listens to the same music or reads the same books," I said.
"Or listens to the same gossip," she said. "Yeah, I get you."
"Did you do your own hair?" I asked her, with the sudden and somewhat frightening realization that this was small talk and I was making it and it was going pretty much okay.
"Oh, this?" she said. She gave her head a toss, and her hair kind of shifted over. "Yeah. It's actually not supposed to be quite that high... I was going to sort of fold it over so it has like a flip in the middle and hangs down over one eye? But I did a big spell last night and I ran out of energy this morning. I had enough to undo it or leave it like this. So what are you working on?"
"TV," I said.
"I picked a mirror," she said. "I'm glad I did, it's not hard to see how to make an ugly square mirror classier without hurting its functions."
"If it's supposed to be for public use, though, any ornamentation might just encourage vandalism or theft," I said. "They don't make public mirrors plain and flat and square because some marketing person decided people like boring stuff. You have to remember that."
"Good point," she said. "It could be a plain mirror that shows fancy scrollwork all around the edges when it's not in use, though."
She giggled.
"What?" I said.
"Just a random thought," she said. "I was just thinking about different uses for illusions behind the glass, and I had this image of a public mirror out on the side of a building somewhere and it's showing fish swimming by. That's probably a bit too... whimsical. Though that kind of eye-catching animation might open advertising possibilities."
"Yeah," I said, though the mention of fish had sparked something in me.
"We should probably get back to work," she said. "Don't want Stone coming down on you twice in one class, do we?"
"Seriously," I said. I couldn't help thinking that it was only when the subject shifted from ourselves to our assignments that she said this, but it was still pretty much idle chit-chat either way.
Though it had been helpful idle chit-chat, because I now had an idea. A television that wasn't in use was basically a box. The newer and more expensive ones had space-saving enchantments, but that aside, a television just took up space when it wasn't showing anything. You couldn't keep anything in it because it would be in the way of the images when you wanted to watch it. What about a TV that turned into an illusionary aquarium?
I'd seen "virtual fireplaces" incorporated into TVs, but they seemed to be mostly seasonal in their appeal... and one designed to look like a fireplace would have limited marketability, because it would have to be more or less installed where a fireplace would go. An aquarium, on the other hand, was movable... it might sit on any table or stand or cabinet. A TV designed to provide the visual effects of an aquarium could go anywhere an aquarium might go.
My brain was off and running on the idea of TVs that unobtrusively passed themselves off as other things when not being watched. Like, the really thin wall-mounted kind that were becoming popular could be virtual windows, showing far off-scenes... or linked to proper divination enchantments, the view from an actual window if one happened to be placed there. Though that would be complicated, and would probably require some carefully woven limitations to make sure they only worked when placed against an exterior wall. Otherwise they'd be a voyeur's dream.
That was getting ahead of myself, though. One of the advantages of the aquarium idea was that like the fireplace, it wouldn't even take much modification to a TV's basic enchantments. Another one was that it would allow me to incorporate the kind of aesthetic flourishesI knew Stone liked. The outside of the set could be all sleek and black and modern, but I could design the illusionary elements to show the sort of classical flourishes I knew he enjoyed.
The only question was if I had the artistic talent to pull that off. The answer to that question was no, no I did not.
[1.5 hours in.]
I cast a nervous look around the room to see where Professor Stone was, and saw him engrossed in conversation at a round table on the other side of the room. Twyla was keeping a better lid on her volume than I might have in her position... whatever position that might have been... but I didn't want to get a reputation for being disruptive, or using free class time to have personal discussions.
The other students at my table seemed to have the same thoughts, as they were bunching up a bit around the other side.
"What exactly happened?" I asked Twyla.
"What do you think happened?" she replied. "That was a nice trick you pulled."
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"I would be, too," she said.
"What exactly did I do?"
"Send me to talk to Professor Bohd," she said.
"Look, Professor Bohd might not be the nicest person in the world, but the thing about her is that she gives everyone a fair shake," I said.
"Fairness?" Twyla said. "Is that what you call it?"
"I don't know, I have no idea what 'it' is," I said. "I swear, it's like I'm talking to... someone else."
I'd been about to say "Sooni", but I'd remembered at the last moment that the volatile and differently-perceptive fox girl was also in the class with us. Even the mention of her name was sure to bring her clomping over in our direction and that would be the worst possible thing for anyone trying to avoid a scene. Sooni's whole life was made up of scenes, and she got mad when the other actors didn't follow the script.
"Well... go talk to someone else, then," Twyla said.
She said that like she was throwing out a scathing insult. I could tell she was seriously ticked from the way her face was turning purple, but she really wasn't equipped for expressing it. The problem was, she wasn't expressing much of anything.
"You came to me," I reminded her. "Twice, in fact."
"I came to you for help... I almost thought better of it, the first time. I wish I had."
It would have been really easy for me to just be indignant back at her and then we could each walk away thinking we were utterly justified in believing the other one had been completely out of line, but there had obviously been some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe we'd never be friends, but it seemed worth the effort to sort out what had actually happened if I could.
"And I wanted to help you," I said. "I thought I was helping you, I mean. I'm sorry it didn't work out, but maybe if you tell me what happened I can actually do something. I like to think Professor Bohd is sort of a friend..."
"So you'd take her side."
Now it really was like talking to Sooni. Sooni didn't have any kind of a handle on her emotions, as far as I could tell because she had parents who indulged her and just let her scream her head off whenever she got upset. I couldn't really see Twyla in that situation, especially as she'd obviously grown up in a religious and somewhat conservative household.
I had the somewhat uncomfortable thought that maybe her rising temper was related to whatever had caused the fire manifestations... anger did have an elemental correlation there.
"Is everything alright here, ladies?" Professor Stone said, suddenly directly behind us.
I froze. I think Twyla did, too. This would have been a great time for one of us to giggle and say, "Oh, yes, we're just sharing our thoughts on... something actually relevant to the assignment." I'd had truthfulness ingrained into me by my grandmother, and I doubted Twyla was any more facile of a liar than I was.
"Take a few moments to sort out a better time or place to have this discussion," the professor said. He didn't say it particularly sternly, but with the genuine jolliness that had inflected everything else I'd heard him say missing, it felt like a lecture. "And then find someone else to discuss your projects with, if you need to."
"Not necessary, thank you," Twyla said, and she turned to leave.
"Are you sure?" the professor said. "You may find yourself less distracted for the remainder..."
"I won't be distracted all," she said. "If you'll please excuse me, I would like to get back to work."
Professor Stone gave me a look that I thought might have been apologetic, then turned and wandered away himself. Suddenly very self-conscious, I looked back down at the drawing I'd started. The old "everybody is looking at me" feeling was back, the one that existed as much in the pit of my stomach as in my head. It wasn't as bad as it had been once upon a time, but it was something I'd never be overjoyed to feel.
I did my best to put it out of my mind and focus on the assignment. I didn't want to write off my attempts to reconcile with Twyla as a failure, but there was nothing more I could do at the moment. I could probably catch up to her in the halls after class easily enough. I wouldn't force the issue or chase after her if she really didn't want to talk to me, but I suspected... or hoped... that after having more than an hour of enforced separation she'd cool down a bit.
Fire nature aside, she didn't seem like the hot-headed type.
"So what was that about?" the girl sitting closest to me asked quietly after a minute or so had passed.
"A private thing," I said. "Not mine."
"What's up with the horns? Is she part ogre?"
"No," I said. "Ogres don't have horns."
"Don't they? I always pictured them that way."
"There's a half-ogre who's a star player on the Skirmish team," I said.
She wrinkled her nose. I couldn't do that, but I had an immediate soft spot for anyone who could, because Amaranth did it a lot. I had to admit she was on the cute side. Her skin was a deep tan, and her hair an unnatural orange... it didn't look dyed, so it was probably a glam job. Not that this was surprising in a G&D class. Indeed, it wasn't the most surprising feature of her hairstyle.
Her hair was up in a sort of spiky curve that must have taken an impressive amount of alteration to sustain, if it wasn't glamour, too... it looked like the individual strands were less rigid than hair spray would have made them, but way more so than hair would ordinarily have been. It added about five inches of height to her silhouette. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, but she obviously wore it without any particular concern for what any random person might think.
"Not a fan?" I said.
"I don't really pay a lot of attention to it," she said. That was generally a safer move, socially, than admitting you didn't like Skirmish. I guess she didn't know how expressive her face was.
"I can't stand it," I said.
"Neither can I," she said, her face lighting up. "I love stone soldiers, though."
"Oh," I said, trying to keep my face a bit less transparent than hers.
"I mean, I play a little, I don't know if 'love' is the right word..."
"I have a lot of friends who play," I said.
"Oh, of course," she said. "You would, I suppose... the whole game started in Harlowe, right?"
"It started in a kobold warren, but yeah, I guess you might say it surfaced there," I said. "Um, so I guess it'd be pointless to introduce myself. Does this mean you've heard the story of my triumph over the dark lord, or whatever?"
"Is that your idea of a joke?"
"No, but it's somebody's idea of one," I said. Steff's one-woman campaign to keep my notoriety alive during my sophomore year had included some rather colorful embellishments.
"Mack, everyone knows who you are," she said. "Heck, I've seen you naked."
I resisted the impulse to ask her when. The fact that were too many possible occasions for me to call them all to mind was sure to bring a flush to my cheeks.
"Oh, you don't have to blush," she said. "That's the kind of thing college was made for. I'm Vicky, by the way."
"I'm... well, you know," I said. "Though actually, I've found that not everyone does know me. Even people who were here last year. I don't like to assume... in fact, I'd kind of rather believe that most people don't."
"Huh," she said. "Seems like everyone I know does."
"I guess it's just a matter of different social circles... like when everyone you know listens to the same music or reads the same books," I said.
"Or listens to the same gossip," she said. "Yeah, I get you."
"Did you do your own hair?" I asked her, with the sudden and somewhat frightening realization that this was small talk and I was making it and it was going pretty much okay.
"Oh, this?" she said. She gave her head a toss, and her hair kind of shifted over. "Yeah. It's actually not supposed to be quite that high... I was going to sort of fold it over so it has like a flip in the middle and hangs down over one eye? But I did a big spell last night and I ran out of energy this morning. I had enough to undo it or leave it like this."
[One hour in. Half an hour today, already rolling much better than yesterday.]
I cast a nervous look around the room to see where Professor Stone was, and saw him engrossed in conversation at a round table on the other side of the room. Twyla was keeping a better lid on her volume than I might have in her position... whatever position that might have been... but I didn't want to get a reputation for being disruptive, or using free class time to have personal discussions.
The other students at my table seemed to have the same thoughts, as they were bunching up a bit around the other side.
"What exactly happened?" I asked Twyla.
"What do you think happened?" she replied. "That was a nice trick you pulled."
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"I would be, too," she said.
"What exactly did I do?"
"Send me to talk to Professor Bohd," she said.
"Look, Professor Bohd might not be the nicest person in the world, but the thing about her is that she gives everyone a fair shake," I said.
"Fairness?" Twyla said. "Is that what you call it?"
"I don't know, I have no idea what 'it' is," I said. "I swear, it's like I'm talking to... someone else."
I'd been about to say "Sooni", but I'd remembered at the last moment that the volatile and differently-perceptive fox girl was also in the class with us. Even the mention of her name was sure to bring her clomping over in our direction and that would be the worst possible thing for anyone trying to avoid a scene. Sooni's whole life was made up of scenes, and she got mad when the other actors didn't follow the script.
"Well... go talk to someone else, then," Twyla said.
She said that like she was throwing out a scathing insult. I could tell she was seriously ticked from the way her face was turning purple, but she really wasn't equipped for expressing it. The problem was, she wasn't expressing much of anything.
"You came to me," I reminded her. "Twice, in fact."
"I came to you for help... I almost thought better of it, the first time. I wish I had."
It would have been really easy for me to just be indignant back at her and then we could each walk away thinking we were utterly justified in believing the other one had been completely out of line, but there had obviously been some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe we'd never be friends, but it seemed worth the effort to sort out what had actually happened if I could.
"And I wanted to help you," I said. "I thought I was helping you, I mean. I'm sorry it didn't work out, but maybe if you tell me what happened I can actually do something. I like to think Professor Bohd is sort of a friend..."
"So you'd take her side."
Now it really was like talking to Sooni. Sooni didn't have any kind of a handle on her emotions, as far as I could tell because she had parents who indulged her and just let her scream her head off whenever she got upset. I couldn't really see Twyla in that situation, especially as she'd obviously grown up in a religious and somewhat conservative household.
I had the somewhat uncomfortable thought that maybe her rising temper was related to whatever had caused the fire manifestations... anger did have an elemental correlation there.
"Is everything alright here, ladies?" Professor Stone said, suddenly directly behind us.
I froze. I think Twyla did, too. This would have been a great time for one of us to giggle and say, "Oh, yes, we're just sharing our thoughts on... something actually relevant to the assignment." I'd had truthfulness ingrained into me by my grandmother, and I doubted Twyla was any more facile of a liar than I was.
"Take a few moments to sort out a better time or place to have this discussion," the professor said. He didn't say it particularly sternly, but with the genuine jolliness that had inflected everything else I'd heard him say missing, it felt like a lecture. "And then find someone else to discuss your projects with, if you need to."
"Not necessary, thank you," Twyla said, and she turned to leave.
"Are you sure?" the professor said. "You may find yourself less distracted for the remainder..."
"I won't be distracted all," she said. "If you'll please excuse me, I would like to get back to work."
Professor Stone gave me a look that I thought might have been apologetic, then turned and wandered away himself. Suddenly very self-conscious, I looked back down at the drawing I'd started.
[Half hour in. Having a hard time getting my head in this, due to a bad brain day. But at least I've got a start for tomorrow.]
"What exactly happened?" I asked Twyla.
"What do you think happened?" she replied. "That was a nice trick you pulled."
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"I would be, too," she said.
"What exactly did I do?"
"Send me to talk to Professor Bohd," she said.
"Look, Professor Bohd might not be the nicest person in the world, but the thing about her is that she gives everyone a fair shake," I said.
"Fairness?" Twyla said. "Is that what you call it?"
"I don't know, I have no idea what 'it' is," I said. "I swear, it's like I'm talking to... someone else."
I'd been about to say "Sooni", but I'd remembered at the last moment that the volatile and differently-perceptive fox girl was also in the class with us. Even the mention of her name was sure to bring her clomping over in our direction.
"Well... go talk to someone else, then," she said. "I came to you for help."
I could tell she was seriously ticked from the way her face was turning purple, but she really wasn't equipped for expressing it. The problem was, she wasn't expressing much of anything. It would have been really easy for me to just be indignant back at her and then we could each walk away thinking we were utterly justified in believing the other one had been completely out of line, but there had obviously been some sort of misunderstanding
"And I wanted to help you," I said. "I thought I was helping you, I mean. I'm sorry it didn't work out, but maybe if you tell me what happened I can actually do something. I like to think Professor Bohd is sort of a friend..."
"So you'd take her side."
Now it really was like talking to Sooni. Sooni didn't have any kind of a handle on her emotions, as far as I could tell because she had parents who indulged her and just let her scream her head off whenever she got upset. I couldn't really see Twyla in that situation, especially as she'd obviously grown up in a religious and somewhat conservative household.
I had the somewhat uncomfortable thought that maybe her rising temper was related to whatever had caused the fire manifestations... anger did have an elemental correlation there.
[]
"Is everything alright here, ladies?" Professor Stone said.