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Yvaine was last to head to their designated area. Partly because she took a moment to wonder at the locomotive up close, curious to see how close the figures in her textbook were to the actual thing. Partly because something the professor had said put a kink in her plans. She hasn't realized that one would be able to order drinks and food in the train. It seemed quite amazing to her; she imagined a full-sized kitchen fitting in one of the train's car, its imaginary chefs moving gracefully even as the train lurched ever forward. Unfortunately, it also meant her classmates would have no use for her snacks. It would be too presumptuous for her to impose it upon them, knowing that there would be better food served.

The big bag in her hands, filled to the brim with small containers individually labeled, felt heftier now as she maneuvered through the first of the train cars. Perhaps she could give it away to the other passengers later on? Not everyone would have the luxury of the academy's coin sponsoring them. Along the way, Yvaine took a moment to help an elderly woman to her seat, after she had staggered and nearly lost balance when the train had jerked forward for its departure. The woman refused when she offered one of her packed snacks, and in the end, she wound up with more than she came with, upon the woman's insistence to repay her simple gesture.

When she finally arrived at the fifth car, the others seemed to have settled on their seats. Mandi's exuberant playfulness seemed to be already in full gear, making Yvaine smile as she passed her by mid-teasing Alberta. She greeted the others who were nearby as well—Sanhan and Misa, who were sitting with Alberta; Caelum who was just a row over.

Everyone seemed to have taken their seats… except for Sekhandur. It was hard to miss him, standing, as stately as ever, by his lonesome all the way in the back. She wondered why he alone remained standing, especially when there were many vacant seats reserved for them. Was it a Kemeti custom, perhaps? Or maybe he preferred to stand as he read? She wasn't sure what effects a moving locomotive would have on your reading.

Curious, Yvaine decided to approach him, stopping only to greet the professor along the way. [color=#fcd17d]"Blessed day, Professor,"[/color] she beamed. A quick glimpse at his visage had been enough to tell her he was in a sour mood once more. Seeing him unhappy had only dismayed her at first, but after two weeks, she had also come to expect it. For a brief moment, Yvaine looked up at him wordlessly, a spark of determination in her eyes as her silent promise to cheer him up echoed in her head. [color=#fcd17d]"Please let me know if you'd like some company. I'll be right here!"[/color]

Yvaine excused herself and continued on her way to the back. She stood across from Sekhandur, still holding her bag and surprisingly stable even as train felt wobbly beneath her feet. [color=#fcd17d]"Good morning,"[/color] she greeted after a beat, making sure she wasn't interrupting him in the middle of his reading. Out of all her classmates, Sekhandur had been hardest to approach. Not because he'd said or done anything to scare her off, but mostly because he seemed to Yvaine the type that would have so many princely duties to attend to, on top of all the schoolwork and extracurriculars. She'd been worried about wasting his time.

[color=#fcd17d]"I've not read many texts about Kemeti magic,"[/color] Yvaine said, mostly thinking out loud. [color=#fcd17d]"But there was a passage I remembered seeing once, about the Shan'iatu."[/color] The word came out clumsily—it was the first time she'd tried saying it out loud. [color=#fcd17d]"It had been so interesting, I wish I could have read more about it."[/color]

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