>>5891634>>5891645>>5891653>>5891655>>5891656>>5891773>Take a moment to enjoy the conservatory setting. It’s been a while since you’ve been here.>Try not to think about the lizardwoman. You had to start wearing a hood to keep your loose hairs safe...>Ask Sigrid why she looks like that. Is the memory really that awful?You take a moment to breathe in the air and admire the atmosphere: the scent of magic suffusing the alchemical reagents in the air, the thrum of motor carriage wheels against cobble from the capitol streets, and the cool breeze of the Phorsyic that wafts by every now and then. You love your master and the chapel, of course, and you wouldn’t trade your position for the world, but still..
The chapel is a still and quiet place, a corpse overgrown by flowers and chickens where your housemates are quiet and distant. The conservatory is a live and restless body, one where students and teachers alike study and work and trade spells and cause disasters–it wasn’t uncommon for one or two students to die every week, and a major incident to occur every two to three weeks.
You can think of no magic academy that comes close to the conservatory’s statue, and it was the danger and death of all of it that led to those very breakthroughs. You had your studies, friends, research opportunities.. you were actually on track to TA for a course on the biology of beasts with magic organelles (a course with a 35% mortality rate) until your apprenticeship was given former approval.
Your apprenticeship’s approval came not a minute too soon–you were the subject of affection for a very pushy lizardfolk classmate whose lust for you had begun to spiral out of control. You’ve no quarrel against lizardfolk nor prejudice for their appearance–and you thought her nice enough–but when you found bits of skin she’d shed in the omelets she gifted you, you’d been a little grossed out.
Actually, where did the eggs for those omelets come from..? You push the thought out of your mind immediately and refocus. “You look a little.. unkempt, my lady.” You try to be nice about it. “A rough morning?”
“No. I always looked like this. The wizards and witches at the cutting edge of magic don’t have time to fret over appearances–they’re too busy working.” Your master snorts with derision. “I only began to take care of myself after I was given the title great: showering daily, combing and curling my hair, applying makeup, wearing different outfits.. it’s all a massive hassle for public appearances. I kind of miss this. No, this is the day I was expelled from the conservatory for the first time. Where the title “the Disinherited” comes from..“
>Ask for details. Anything to help work on breaking her out of it.>Begin conjuring up a spell. You’d better get to work on breaking this memory fast.>Try to remember the details of how conservatory expulsion works.>Wait, where did those omelet eggs come from?>[Write-In.] 