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[color=pink]"Time. Ti-yum. Tai-yuhm."[/color] Vanya was dangling his feet lazily from the top of a tree. He enjoyed the way different words felt in his mouth when pronounced slowly. He was able to lie down, sort of, in between two branches that served as a make shift bed in the tree top. Being close to nature usually made him relax, and the courtyard was as close to something resembling nature as he could get in this place. 

[color=pink]"March-an. Mar-sh-hand. Mah-r-chand."[/color] Even after a few weeks it felt like a strange and foreign word. Marchand Academy. This place was so different from what he was used to back home. A secluded forest village somewhere in Russia, well hidden from non-mages. He was still coping with the different cultures, but it had gone surprisingly smooth. Vanya was pleased by how much he enjoyed the company of the other students. Not all of them, naturally, but more than he'd imagined. It was nice, this feeling of comradery that had developed over the last weeks. The teachers however- Vanya rolled his eyes at the mere thought. Not only did they expect him to practice his magic. Oh no. They even expected him to [i]make progress![/i] He tried his best. A generous collection of cuts and scratches, pretty much everywhere he showed bare skin, was proof of his efforts. Horrible, non-succeeding efforts, but efforts none the less. 

A big yawn escaped his lips. It was peaceful up here. The gentle breeze, birds chirping, violin music- [b][i]violin music[/i][/b]? Vanya sat up. After a moment of consideration, he jumped down from his branch-bed, half sliding down the trunk to soften his landing. He waved as he approached her. [color=pink]"That's a- the music, it's, uh. That's a pretty song you're playing."[/color] An aeromancer girl. Tatia. They hadn't spoken much before, but she looked so peaceful where she stood, violin tucked under her chin, fingers dancing along the strings. Vanya smiled awkwardly. Him being there was probably the last thing she wanted, but alas. Here they were. Might as well be nice about it. 




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