09-19-2022, 04:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-19-2022, 04:03 PM by Cara Toirdelbach.)
Cara was quietly finishing the remainder of her stew as the two conversed. She hadn't realized how hungry she was or how quickly because of that her meal had vanished before she had realized it. Maybe she should have stopped to eat earlier in the day before they had made it to the trading post. As it was she didn't think she could finish another bowl if she ordered one so there was little reason to fully fill herself up tonight. There was no telling what sort of food was waiting for them come tomorrow up at the school but at least her last travel meal was a good, warm, and hearty one.
Just as she was collecting all her dishes together into a neat stack the waitress returned to drop off a room key with the number etched into the metal. After quietly telling her how much the room was for the night, Cara calmly dug into a small satchel to hand over several coins for the cost of the room and the waitress was off again to a calling table. A little uncivilized but then the place was a bit busy and the woman seemed to be only one of two currently running about the room assisting customers.
Taking the key into her hand, Cara moved her hands to rest down on her lap for now since she was finished eating. It gave her a second to process what Kimberly and Zot had been discussing. It seemed Kimberly had been here for roughly a month or so, explaining how she knew the place so well and had established a job to start saving up some money. Cara hadn't even known about the school much longer than the other girl had been here and it had her wondering how long the school had been seeking students for its first year. Would they know who they all were given who had brought or invited them here or was it all going to be one big mystery meeting? The noble woman had said at least her friend would know of Cara, having exchanged letters about her since she had come to live in their house but without a portrait it was sure to still be of some mystery perhaps.
"Do either of you know much on the ones in charge of the school? How they went about selecting us to be some of the first to attend their new magical school?" Cara asked, her tone hinting at innocent curiously. She glanced between the two wondering if either of them were in a similar situation as herself or if they had come across their invitation to school another way.
Just as she was collecting all her dishes together into a neat stack the waitress returned to drop off a room key with the number etched into the metal. After quietly telling her how much the room was for the night, Cara calmly dug into a small satchel to hand over several coins for the cost of the room and the waitress was off again to a calling table. A little uncivilized but then the place was a bit busy and the woman seemed to be only one of two currently running about the room assisting customers.
Taking the key into her hand, Cara moved her hands to rest down on her lap for now since she was finished eating. It gave her a second to process what Kimberly and Zot had been discussing. It seemed Kimberly had been here for roughly a month or so, explaining how she knew the place so well and had established a job to start saving up some money. Cara hadn't even known about the school much longer than the other girl had been here and it had her wondering how long the school had been seeking students for its first year. Would they know who they all were given who had brought or invited them here or was it all going to be one big mystery meeting? The noble woman had said at least her friend would know of Cara, having exchanged letters about her since she had come to live in their house but without a portrait it was sure to still be of some mystery perhaps.
"Do either of you know much on the ones in charge of the school? How they went about selecting us to be some of the first to attend their new magical school?" Cara asked, her tone hinting at innocent curiously. She glanced between the two wondering if either of them were in a similar situation as herself or if they had come across their invitation to school another way.
