[color=fff79a][b][h3][center]Berke Bayamaar[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

As much as Berke was dismayed by the initial hostile reaction of who he learned to be Bawen, he was a touch disturbed by how things developed after that. While he would like to believe that Mr. Milit was honestly acting out of concern for them, there was something a little too sinister about the way he did it. Berke began to feel deeply uncomfortable about the whole situation. It only got worse when Mark seemed intent on provoking a fight between the two of them. [color=fff79a]"Um, uh, well, uh, apology accepted, Bawen. I believe me and Mark had best be on our way..."[/color] He turned to Mark and said, [color=fff79a]"We still need to turn in our forms, yes?"[/color] He hoped that the suggestion might distract him from his designs on conflict. If not, Berke for one would be getting out of there quickly. All this conflict did not suit him, and if he could not diffuse the situation, it was best he just left.

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Eventually, the new day began, and the exams came with it.

Berke had come somewhat prepared to take a written test, though his preparations were not entirely adequate to make a good showing here. While a few subjects had improved, for some his studies had not covered the material included on the test, and for those he had never been good at he did as poorly as he usually did. His performance would no doubt be overall middling with wildly vacillating grades between subjects. As for the question of why they were here, while Berke was not overly eloquent, he could certainly speak from the heart, and wrote a great deal on his desire to do right by his community and the lessons he had learned back in Altay. He had no idea if this was the kindof thing that the institute wanted to hear, but it was exactly what had brought him hear, and Berke wasn't one to embellish himself to sound better. At the end of the day, he wasn't remotely sure if he would pass this section, but he had given it his best effort.

The physical exam was closer to Berke's talents. While he was not able to run terribly fast, he could certainly run for a while without getting puffed. The long jump did not go so well, as Berke was akin to a flying brick in that situation. However, he would shine brightly while pulling the wagon, as if there was one thing he could hold in high esteem, it was his strength. Where others struggled and strained with the task, Berke pulled his wagon along with ease and finesse. He was not one to boast, but if he were, he would have boasted about how easy he had found it. 

On the verge of the magic exams, Berke was cooling off in the cafeteria, enjoying his native sandwich. As a Swazivanian himself, Berke had eaten this one back in Altay, so it was like a touch of home had followed him here. All he had to do for now was to sit and await the start of his final test.

[color=f6989d][b][h3][center]Mycona Frisa[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

Mycona had been informed that she could not be in a room with her new friend. In fact, she had been informed she was not permitted to sleep in a room with anyone. Her attempts to elicit explanations from the staff ended in failure as they seemed to only grow more and more frustrated with her ceaseless questions, ending with one of them simply guiding her to her designated room and telling her to remain there until further notice. Mycona inevitably spent a lonely night contemplating why she had been separated from anyone that could explain things to her.

Mycona dutifully reported in when the morning announcement rang out. She did not fully understand the instructions she received, but it seemed she, among others, was to sit down and work out the problems presented on this piece of paper. Mother and father had walked her through how to do "maths problems" back home, and so she understood how to answer many of the questions presented, though not all of them. There were many questions based on random facts that Mycona had read about in books, and so she answered exactly as the answers were presented in said books. She even copied entire sections from handbooks from Mordhaben's from memory. However, when it came to the question of why she was here, she was much less eloquent in her answer. She simply wrote "to learn how to magic" and left it at that.

As for the physical exams, Mycona did not initially understand what they wanted from her. Her questions to one of the staff members only seemed to frustrate them deeply. Eventually, a nice lady with long blond hair and golden eyes came out to explain things more carefully for her. Mycona soon understood that they needed to test her physical capabilities for their own purposes, and Mycona was content to oblige them. After being walked through what to do by the nice lady, Mycona managed a middling result in her physical tests. She could run fast, but had no exceptional stamina, and she was only slightly better at dragging the cart along than others. Mycona was quite tired out by the end of it all.

In the cafeteria, Mycona began to devour sandwiches like she had never eaten a single thing in her life. Her earlier exertion had worked up an appetite for her, and coupled with her usual penchant for stuffing food into her face, she was consuming sandwiches like a machine on overdrive. All Mycona understood was that there was one last test that had to do with magic to attend. The nice lady told her that.