Not having yet replenished her supply of reading material Yimu had for once decided to turn in early. She’d already memorized most of the factual information in the books she’d brought after all, only a little of which was new to her in anything but wording, and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to wake up earlier anyway.
When she awoke it was in fact earlier than she would normally do so, something she’d no doubt have been grateful for in light of previous experiences where she'd accidently slept in, had her attention not immediately been drawn to the aberration hovering above her nightstand. At least she assumed it was an aberration, the appearance matched what frustratingly little information she’d been able to find about the oddities.
The gears in Yimu’s head began to turn, quickly shaking off any of the residual grogginess that remained from having just woken up. She knew that aberrations were generally considered to be dangerous, but that there were also rumors that they could raise one’s RAS if absorbed at the cost of a headache and some cravings. Hell at one point she’d considered trying to find one to test those rumors and raise her pitiful RAS, but had given up when she realized she had no idea how to find one and that her time would better be spent on more surefire ways of improving herself… Now though, finding the thing wouldn’t waste any of her time at all.
Actually, looking at the risks she wasn’t sure there was much of a reason not to absorb the aberration. Supposedly aberrations were particularly dangerous to non-mages, but that wouldn’t be a problem for Yimu, and if the things actually could increase RAS, Yimu could even see the potential for that whole thing being a wives tale spread to keep common folk from competing with the upper classes, though she supposed there wasn’t really a way for her to safely test that. The other possible side effects, headaches, addiction, mood swings, hardly even registered to Yimu, she was more than confident she could deal with such things. If anything, not absorbing it would be a travesty.
Her decision set in stone Yimu set about absorbing the aberration, before her roommate had the chance to wake up and see it.
Yimu was glad to have finally received her timetable, and made a point of having it committed to memory by the end of her luncheon. The courses themselves were about what Yimu had expected, which was to say immensely enjoyable.
Zander Mozaru’s class on Sensing and Drawing afforded Yimu the chance to show off a little, as while she was far from the best, sensing and drawing were both things she’d had plenty of practice with. While she was slightly disappointed that her first class didn’t exactly teach her much as she would have liked, Yimu could respect the practicality of gauging the students capabilities in the first place, a teacher that knew what they were doing would be one that could teach her more in the long run.
Her second class, Avincan with allcaster Serra, was enjoyable for a whole different reason. Yimu could practically feel herself learning, and the prospect of understanding a whole new language, brought to mind several books she’d in the past encountered but hadn’t had the ability to read. While she hadn’t brought any of those books with her, she was sure she’d come across more, especially if she looked for them, and that was a tantalizing thought indeed.
Yimu’s third class, Binding Magic with Alois Lascand, was probably her least favorite class of the day, not for lack of interest in the subject overall, but simply because she couldn’t bring herself to care all that much about “the solemn duty of binders'”. She sincerely doubted that anyone with ethics so dubious so as not to get what Alois spoke of, was going to be swayed by it, and she’d honestly would be a lot more interested to learn about binding magic itself.
Where her third class had been Yimu’s least favorite however, her last, Chemistry Magic with Ardredelle Latvar, was probably her favorite. Chemistry Magic was probably the field of magic she’d had the least practice with. Sure she’d done some rudimentary research into the theory behind chemistry and chemical magic, but she was yet to actually put most of that research into practice, something she was more than a bit disappointed in herself for. Actually, doing that was almost a weight off her chest and though she’d never admit it, when she’d managed to induce hunger in the praying mantis, Yimu had felt more than a little bit of that childish “I made that happen” kind of pride.