[Open] To Lose Time

[bearshermark]

Who: Eleven + Anyone!
What: Settling In Catch-all
Where: Various
When: First few days/first week
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Act 2 leading into 3



1. Classes

Despite the urging to take up Draconic Knowledge, Eleven ultimately resumed his previous class schedule without change. And so, dressed in the deep blue robes of Eiather house, he attempted to settle back into the monotony of classwork.

"I recall some of this," he mused quietly, in the lull of instruction when they were meant to be working. Eleven himself wasn't terribly focused, writing sporadic and distracted. "But those memories are vague.."


2. Dragonfire Library

Given a need for somewhere to read and write quietly, Eleven found himself swiftly seeking out a library. While memory served to remind him that the Temple had one, it wasn't until he purused some of the more esoteric tomes of this library that he recalled why he'd had a preference for Raida's. Still.. the information he was looking for likely wasn't all that common.

Various books with titles featuring the word or concept of 'time' made up a small pile on the desk as he flipped through them, brows drawing increasingly closer together.

He set one down with a frown and a quiet admission.

"..Maybe these aren't going to be helpful."


3. Temple of Raida

He'd stood outside for longer than he should, at this point. His golden hawk familiar bristled on his shoulder, catching the light, then shifted to turn its head and preen. Eleven reached up and brushed his finger down the soft breast feathers.

"I should, shouldn't I? You're here, after all. I think that means something."


4. Wildcard

[ooc: feel free to make something else up if these prompts don't work for you! I'm happy to roll with most anything. prose/action is fine.

Also happy to accept TDM threads as canon if you'd like]

Comments

Classes

[noimpulsecontrol]

Della's at the desk beside Eleven's during Thaumaturgy class, and she also isn't exactly paying attention. Sure, this stuff is interesting and new, but she would never have done the whole school thing again, not on her own call. She's been working on a paper airplane for the last few minutes, and when she hears Eleven's comment? She assumes he must be a native of Anastara; an established student at the school, even if something doesn't quite seem to line up there. Under that assumption, she knows he might not be inclined to chat with a Sundered like herself... But she's all for making conversation, especially since she's pretty bored.

"Oh, I'm sure it'll come back to you," she says, in a rather maternal, supportive way-- Even as she doesn't look up from her paper.

[bearshermark]

"I hope so," Eleven muses, peering at notes that don't much resemble anything sensible to him in the given moment.

More familiar is the shape of the other student. There had been a few of them before, if memory served. "Were you here before, as well?"

[noimpulsecontrol]

Della shakes her head, making a small sound of confusion. "Me? No, this is my first time here." A beat, and then she adds, "Which is pretty weird, really. I thought I'd been just about everywhere by this point."

[bearshermark]

Someone else, then. He couldn't recall if they'd all been related or not and it seemed rude to ask.

"You've travelled a lot, then?" He smiled; they shared that in common if so. "Or do you mean you've been to many different worlds?"