[center][h3][u]Onarr Yidlob[/u][/h3][/center]

[center]Interacting with: [@Noxious], [@SilverPaw] and [@Force and Fury][/center]
The tour would have been fascinating for Onarr if he hadn’t made an effort to walk around the grounds a week before the ceremony. The Treacle and Habregon buildings naturally excited him, a feeling of wonderment bubbling up inside his chest as his mind imagined the glassware, the alchemical ingredients, the safety apparel that he would have access to concoct his studies. He breathed a sign of relief that the tour didn’t extend to the Arboretum. He already had enough bad memories of that horrible goose and didn’t want to relive them. 

The other issue of notice was those horrible course requirements. Onarr had already made up his mind about the courses he wanted to select. There were only a few which had gathered his interest, although he was appalled by the electives requirement. Although he wasn’t close minded as to decry the possibility of broadening his academic knowledge, he was undoubtedly chuffed that he could not take all of the courses in the academic stream and that he was forced to take motley domestic courses. 

When they finally reached Arc-en-Ciel hall, Onarr was lame and tired, his legs feeling like lead as he trudged forward to keep up the pace with his companions. Now, Onarr was no gourmand but the selection of dishes and appetizers made me salivate. Torragonese egg tarts. Belzagg beef stew. Perrench plum duck. Onarr jumped up and down to see more as waiters and cooks passed by, spits of roasted meat hanging on their food carts alongside various dishes of sumptuous delicacies. By Shune’s light, he could have died happy and full here. 

Just as  he was about to scramble to grab a dish, Onarr stopped a hair breadth from grabbing a kebab stick loaded with roasted peppers and signed. He forgot about his appointment! Onarr coughed out loud to his fellow group of apprentices to catch their attention. 

“ My apologies but I’m afraid I must bid you well for now. I’m required elsewhere for the moment. ”  Onarr paused as he pointed at a cart to the left of him and spoke to Anesin and Linah. “ Please try the Joru monkfish over there. It looks well cooked” 

Onarr stifled his desire to just grab a Torragon cookie as he split quietly from his apprentice group and made his way to the Aquilline Fountain. He sincerely hoped that his private soiree would have cuisine that would be up to par with what he had seen. Preferably, good hearty Joru cuisine. The Revidian fare of Ersand’Enise was fine for sublimating one’s hunger but he missed the tastes of his homeland, the place where he grew up.