[h3]Onarr Yidlob[/h3]

Onarr blushed under his helm at Sienna’s teasing, slightly abashed by the fact she’d revealed to the others the purpose of his sojourn. It wasn’t everyday that you dined with the leader of your nation, especially if you weren’t a noble. His father would have described it as the largest honour a Yidlob had ever received. His mother would have believed it to be an opportunity to engage in a Streisand dialogue with one of Jody’s most accomplished free thinkers.

Onarr was just grateful he could finally get some genuine Joru stew in his stomach after surviving Perrench and Rettanese fare for the better part of the last few weeks. Onarr’s concern at getting wrapped up in the personal politics of the Joru president was muddled. On the one hand, the abolition of class was something he had fiercely held a strong opinion for its presence in Streisand debates and with his mother who was against it. 

Then again, failed revolutions were the plenty and Onarr had read multiple times of the failed instigated revolutions that Streisand philosophers had tried to instill in Perrene, Rettand and Torragon. Disorganisation and corruption had been their downfall as well as internal sabotage from the nobles. Seeing Ersand’Enise without the atrocious class politics that held it back appealed to Onarr but… would his fellow apprentices see it the same way?

Luckily, he had vast amounts of alcohol to bury his worries in.

Now slightly tipsy from his overindulgence, Onarr felt his tongue more looser in conversation than he would normally have been comfortable with, telling several crude jokes in Belzagg and Joruban to those who could understand and attempting to explain the underlying principles of the Five Magics to his fellow female students in an informal manner. Now that his Zeno had settled them all down, he considered her question for a moment before awkwardly asking his own query.

“ Are you sure it isn’t possible to take more than 4 electives?” Onarr paused before giving a justification. “ I mean, they’re all so interesting. It would be a shame to not take a subject such as…ahem….painting..”

He grit out the last few words with some disdain as he steepled his fingers together.