“What in the world am I getting myself into?” Colin asked himself, staring up at the school. He didn’t remember it being so huge when he went there to try out. He twisted the hem of his jacket in his fist, glancing around. Colin wasn’t necessarily sure what he was doing at all.
Theo cracked his knuckles and stared hard at the unblinking statue. He tilted his head to the side before grasping his saber, plunged a few inches into the soft soil at his feet.
With a deep breath, he reached full around his torso and swung the blade against the Gossip Stone…hard. It thwanged loud enough to startle the blue butterflies feeding off the scattered weeds, but to no avail. The stone’s teasing stare bore through Theo mercilessly. The swordsman felt like it was laughing internally.
Another day, Stone. Another day.
“Hm,” he grunted, sheathing the saber and looking around. Besides the regular foot-traffic at this time of day, the town remained sleepy—it had ever since the day Erik played Professor. Theo smirked.
He jogged up the stone steps toward the Academy with half a mind to climb high enough and oversee the gaping airspace where the Goddess Statue once hung. However, he barely made a decent trail of sandy footfalls before he slowed to a stop. A young man…whom appeared to be a lost man…looked back and forth between the Academy and the dawdling students. It took Theo but another moment before he made up his mind.
He ran a hand through his hair and slowly approached the lad.
“Students don’t take as much Graduate advice as they ought,” he began, loudly enough that the student might hear him, but not so loud he was shouting. “Although, you do look a little unsure.”
He stopped and rested a hand on the hilt of his blade.
“…Need help?” he asked plainly.