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How dull.

There may have been honor in tradition and in the future there was very much the possibility that she would come to appreciate their people's customs, but standing around while an old geezer blabbed away was boring Sarahi to death. Yes, they were the future, they were the chosen ones to pave the way for future generations--fine, but all this could have been valuable time used for lessons and resolved easily with a few congratulatory letters. Even the Crimson King himself elected not to show, further proving her point. That said, she did pay attention, even if she found the entire ceremony pointless.

The only upside was Diadem hiding pitifully under her cloak instead of consistently ringing in her ear, the occasional chime mixed in with the occasional breeze heard every once in a while. One look at one of the others' tutelaries and they had retreated, chirping about 'winged demons' and 'hiding their light'. At the very least they were quiet, sticking to her clothes and only sending one tiny butterfly as a lookout. She would have felt bad if it wasn't for the fact that they hid every time a bird flew past; by now she was used to it.

Sarahi's mood didn't lift when she heard her name wasn't associated with the Cult of the Scarab. That was what she got for actually hoping for something. Moving over with the other faces she didn't care about, Sarahi closed her eyes and tuned out the rest of the names and speeches out as she deliberated. It wasn't the Cult of the Phoenix, at least, but wasn't even her second or third choice, either. What was the point of accepting an average student into a cult specializing in something else? Did her mother have a hand in this? No, she doubted that--Behiti would find any cult worthy of bragging about and wasn't aware of what Sarahi liked. Maybe a transfer could be arranged--biomancy didn't really hold her interest enough for her to specialize in it. 

Once they were free to roam, she let out a long sigh that she had been holding. Right, if this was how it was going to be, she may as well embrace it. First things first: Magus Nevrakis, the only person worth speaking to at the moment. Or at least that had been the initial plan, as one of her fellow initiates decided to engage her. At the salute, Sarahi slowly raised an eyebrow, though had no comment. Peppy and sociable, everything Sarahi actively avoided, go figure.

[color=C4ADD8]"Good for you,"[/color] Sarahi replied as she lifted her hand, watching the little creature of light land on her finger. 

A small bell could be heard ringing, its voice in Sarahi's head. [i][color=#9305FF]I[/color][color=#9412FF]s[/color] [color=#972EFF]i[/color][color=#993CFF]t[/color] [color=#9C58FF]s[/color][color=#9E66FF]a[/color][color=#A074FF]f[/color][color=#A182FF]e[/color] [color=#A49DFF]t[/color][color=#A297FF]o[/color] [color=#9D89FF]c[/color][color=#9B82FF]o[/color][color=#997BFF]m[/color][color=#9674FF]e[/color] [color=#9266FF]o[/color][color=#8F5FFF]u[/color][color=#8D58FF]t[/color][color=#8A52FF]?[/color][/i]

[color=#c4add8]"I don't know,"[/color] She replied verbally, flicking her wrist as she noticed the other girl was still around. [color=C4ADD8]"Sarahi."[/color] She offered her name at least, having no comment on the other thing. It wasn't like she recognized anyone here, either, but there wasn't any point in saying as much. [color=C4ADD8]"The selections are interesting, considering they inducted someone into the Cult of the Serpent with no interest in biomancy. Truly fascinating."[/color] And asinine.[/indent]