[h3][color=fff79a][center]Isilfarrel Mornelis[/center][/color][/h3]
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The rest of the feast passed quietly enough for Isil. As soon as she ate her fill and spent some time casually chatting with a few other of her peers she left for the library. The only small hiccup...was that someone cursed her chair or something. Now that was a problem, wasn't it? Likely some childish prankster that wanted to make her look bad. Unfortunately for him, she wouldn't be the victim of such an obvious and small prank. She casually grabbed her staff form where it was leaning on the table, resting the butt of it against the floor as she reinforced the weakened chair legs before standing up. Whatever damage had been done to the legs, had at least been strengthened temporarily to allow her to get up without incident.

She wouldn't be made fun of or made a fool of so easily. Not again.

After of which, she left the room and spent most of the night in the library and doing some light exercise around the campus. She might not be the strongest, but she couldn't let her physical health or ability fall behind. She made a mental note to find a nice garden or forest to practice in, later.

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[i]peck peck[/i]

[color=fff79a]"Hrm..."[/color] The elf in the bed shifted slightly, rubbing her face into the pillow trying to ignore the incessant pecking on her cheek from the bird.

[i]peck peck peck[/i]

[color=fff79a]"Nooo, that tickles...""[/color]

Seeing the elf still not responding immediately, the bird decided to do something a tad bit more drastic. It hopped onto her forehead before reaching down with its beak and pulling open one of her eyelids.

[color=fff79a]"GAH!"[/color] The elf shot straight up in her bed as the bird fluttered quickly onto the edge of the bed, tilting its head and looking up at her innocently. [color=fff79a]"Wha?..."[/color] She yawned, rubbing the side of her face lightly as she groggily woke. Oof, perhaps she had stayed up too late last night with her studies and practices. More importantly though, she looked down at the bird that was happily looking up at her. [color=fff79a]"...huh...class assignments or something?"[/color] That seemed likely, at least after the announcement of the feast the previous day. So communicating with familiars like this was how they went about delivering messages. Reasonable, as long as they didn't explode for the sake of simply exploding.

[color=fff79a]"You better not explode this time. I am not cleaning it up and will write a very sternly worded letter to the headmistress."[/color] Isil grumpily replied brushing a strand of blond hair out of her face. The parchment bird simply hopped up and down impatiently before unfolding itself into a list of mentor assignments. The High Elf yawned again, picking up the piece of paper and throwing her legs over the edge of the bed.

[color=fff79a]"Lets see..."[/color] Isil stood, straightening one of the straps on the black nightgown she had been wearing to bed as she read over the assignments aloud. [color=fff79a][i]"To the Master of Healing, The Mistress of Rejuvenation, Master Liyva. Attending Master of the Healing arts..."[/i][/color] Initially, she skipped over the first section. There was no way the headmistress put her in such an obviously ill-fitting class. She had almost zero skill with healing arts, as odd as that was for a High Elf such as her. However, as her eyes began reading down the page, not finding her name under the Destructive arts master, or under the Enchantment or even the Magical Applications teachers Isil frowned, eyes scanning the paper until she read the first section once again.

The reaction was almost immediate.

[color=fff79a]"OH COME ON!"[/color] The elf resisted the urge to crumple the paper and toss it out the window. [color=fff79a]"Healing classes?!"[/color] She scoffed, pulling off the sleepwear, briskly walking over to the bookshelf closet and throwing it open, pulling out her usual robes and started dressing. [color=fff79a]"Gah, what is this? The Academy back in Bistrial?!"[/color] She had zero interest in healing arts - and while sure, her High Elf blood gave her an affinity for them she zero skill! She had focused more on more...direct applications of her magic. This simply wouldn't do at all! She finished dressing, folding the paper and placing it in her pocket. She had three hours to sort this out with the headmistress.

This simply wouldn't do at all.

[color=fff79a]"I am going to write more than a sternly worded letter at this rate!"[/color] She grumbled, leaving her dorm. She could eat and visit the baths after dealing with this issue. She left her dorm, heading for the headmistress room with a brisk walk, the only outward sign of her annoyance once she left. On her way she cheerfully greeted a few other students, though didn't stay long to chat like she had previously, making an excuse of having to discuss something with the Headmistress. It was easy enough to find her office, having the otters point the way for her after asking politely.

As soon as she found the door with the rather childish and unprofessional letters, the Elf knocked hard on the door, three times. If she didn't answer immediately, she'd do it again until she did answer. As soon as she did, the headmistress would be faced with a rather grumpy looking elf who had both hands rest on her hips.