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Day 2, 7:42 AM



She finally awakened. The air smelled clean, disinfected - or, perhaps more accurately, it smelled like nothing at all, which was rather unusual, and it was quite chilly. There was a sense of warm weight over her body, and she felt that whatever she was on was both soft and firm at once. A bed, perhaps, with a relatively thick blanket. Wherever she was, she couldn't see a thing, and couldn't move. The sleep paralysis hadn't quite gone away yet, preventing her from doing so much as opening her eyes. It was a very familiar sensation, lying there, only half-awake in an unknown place. It was like that every morning for her, but this one was ever so slightly different. It felt like the very first time she regained consciousness after the farm accident, though she couldn't remember it. Perhaps a sense of having very narrowly escaped death.

Everything on and in her had the ghost of an ache, but she couldn't tell if that was just from her body, or if it was simply her mind playing tricks on her. Curiosity took her when she heard the sound of voices outside, and she allowed her senses to wander toward the source of the faint vibrations in the air. Younger students were walking somewhere or other - maybe five or six of them.

"...and did you see how fast he was? That guy's a monster! I feel sorry for whoever's in his class."
"Yeah, he's fast, but he seems pretty nice. At least he's not like Headmaster Hargor. I heard a student almost exploded in his class yesterday."
"Woah, really? How the heck does that happen in a water class?"
"It wasn't water, idiot. It was one of the lightning kids."

Words, words, and more words. While Brunhilde could understand them, she didn't entirely know what they were talking about. It was like some sort of bizarre dream, hearing them speak of monsters and lightning, but she knew better. Her own air magics meant to her that there were almost certainly other elements, and she continued listening, more out of boredom than any real interest in what they had to say. The conversation had moved on during the past few seconds of rumination.

"I really hope there's not another fight in the cafeteria today. I couldn't pay attention to my homework."
"You think you had it bad? I was standing in line when that tall fuck shoved me over and stole my voucher."
"I dunno, I almost wanna see another one. Hope it's better next time. Didn't even get to see anyone throw any fireballs or anything - just that flash."

As the voices faded into the distance, Brunhilde found herself almost alone in the silence. Birdsong could be heard faintly, but it wasn't particularly beautiful, and she found herself trying to close her senses off from the grating, staccato squawking and clicking. More birds answered the calls with loud caws - the cries of ravens or crows of some sort, she thought. Or at least something that sounded like them. Those had always been some of her favorite avians - their regular use of tools was, in a word, captivating. Not many creatures could do that.

The darkness took her once more, and she drifted back to sleep. She had had a rather exhausting first day at the Academy, after all, and merely eight hours wouldn't make up for how draining it had been.
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