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Sleepy. That's what Sanhan was. For many others, they would feel a wealth of emotions. Pride. Anger. Contempt. Anxiety. Relaxed confusion. The first day of a new experience was often all of those things. But instead, Sanhan was just plain tired. There wasn't any particular reason. She didn't stay up late, nor did she do something strenuous. She just had difficulty keeping her eyes open. Her trip to the school was afflicted by this languor. Really, it was amazing that the aimlessly drifting Sanhan didn't get lost on the way. Though, one could suppose that she just followed the crowd of other students. Large crowds often reminded her of sheep. Not for any real meaningful reason, though. The largest crowd she had been a part of was when she was playing with a herd of sheep. Those were good sheep. She really wanted to pet a sheep right now...

[i]Ah[/i], she almost verbalized. The professor had entered the hall. He was young. Sanhan was pretty curious why. Was he a boy genius or just someone who aged well? In any case, he began to introduce himself. She listened to the microspeech, but she didn't exactly get it all. Drifting in and out of sleep did that. She got his name, Nyx Yuria-Professor Nyx, and that he wanted an introduction. The insult to the entire class went over her head. Not that she would have understood it if she were fully awake, though.

The names and actions seemed to blend together into one odd blob. The one called Sophiel being polite. Sekvaren and Ty of the House of Khain both disrespecting the artisans who spent their time creating the tables that they slammed their feet on. The rude Alberta, not that Sanhan noticed that she was actually being rude. The good-natured Kress. The simple Ankiara Liu. Wait, wasn't that one two people? Eh. She'd figure it out when she actually woke up. Also the one who raised two hands, Mandi. Had she been more awake, she might 

[color=#B62800]"Sanhan Kumranjahnman,"[/color] she introduced herself with a hand lazily raise. Almost instantly, her head slumped over and her arm dropped as the tiredness overcame her once again.

She didn't exactly want to use her last name. After all, it was little more than a conduit for all of the bad vibes of leadership politics. None of the other students would recognize it, so it hurt a bit less. Plus, nobody pronounced it right. It had a very specific inflection. Every other noble family had the same basic syllables, but spoken slightly differently. Really, why was it that way? She supposed in those sleepy thoughts that the first Jahn just hated foreigners.