[center][h2]Silias Aeson[/h2][/center]
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Silias kept walking down the hallway, refusing to turn his head until he faintly heard the sounds of the Headmistress' door opening and closing. "Well, well, well," he muttered. "She's certainly an interesting one. I'm not entirely sure what to make of her." Biblio looked up at the young man, making odd chirruping sounds. "Yes, you made your opinion of her rather clear. You think she's delightful."

Silias went over his brief conversation with the High Elf in his mind once more. "Be that as it may..." He removed his thumb from over a specific portion of the mentor assignments, revealing his impending studies under the Mistress of the Moon. "It's clear that her top priority is to break the boundaries imposed by her native society, and learning how she can do so. Choosing the favored art of the dark elves, though..."

Silias had made it back to the hall of students' rooms, noting a familiar Teifling standing abreast of someone's door.

Biblio chirruped several more times.

Silias put a hand on his chin, continuing to mutter behind it. "True, we still don't know what connection she has to that Teifling. Is it a free Teifling, possibly one she had freed, or is she really pushing the limits by owning a slave?"

Silias reached his room a moment later, deciding to further examine his knob. The one on his door was of a curious design, an anatomically incorrect heart carved and polished to look as if it was dripping with thick black ink. Humorously, there were a few drops suspended from the bottom of the heart by small but surely durable chains. Whoever had taken the time to craft the doorknob had certainly put a lot of effort into detail. Though it may have been Silias' imagination, every time he placed his hand on the doorknob he could almost feel a heartbeat pulsing through the dark metal.

Collecting his things from his spacious room - at least by his [i]familiar's[/i] standards, who entertained himself by leaping and swinging from narrow perch to lightly less narrow perch - Silias decided to bite the proverbial bullet and visit the baths. 

Silias carefully made sure to pick a spot away from the majority of his peers before taking off his towel and slipping into the water. While some found no issues with bathing with others - certainly those few wrestling in the bathwater had no such qualms - Silias reasoned that it would be best to distance himself in that lieu. Biblio's appearance wasn't one he wanted to use as a deterrent, but he didn't want to risk potential physical contact, and figured using magic to deflect attention would just be suspicious to anyone with the wits to notice. 

Silias took his time washing his hair, ruminating on what he wanted to accomplish. The shorter term goals came first: to get out of the baths without incident, to break the fast imposed by slumber, and to start perusing the books in the Arcanium before reporting to his mentor for his first lesson. His mind flashed to that woman from the feast, who had been helping to serve those exotic (and delicious) foods Silias had not heard of before. She seemed the most likely candidate for the "Mistress of the Moon."

Silias waited until he was certain none were near enough to notice anything before truly relaxing. There was time before students were required to arrive to class, so why not try and enjoy it a little?

Silias emerged from the water a few minutes later, wrapping his towel around his torso before truly going to reclothe himself.

Breakfast was a much more carefree experience on the whole for Silias. He made sure to avoid overstuffing himself on the food, but tried to make sure he had enough to lend plenty of awareness and energy should he have to exert himself in class.

On his way to said class, he pulled a book off of a shelf more or less at random, a hefty tome engraved with the title [i]Every Single Difference Between Drow and Dark Elves,[/i] by Piz'Doff Do'Urden. After strategically positioning two of his bone spider constructs on his body, using their perspectives to increase his awareness of his surroundings, he opened the book and started to read without breaking stride.