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25.12
December flew by like a gust of winter wind, leaving behind in Marey’s memory a jumble of black splashes of Nihon hieroglyphs and a pile of notes from monotonous, tedious lectures on special training, leaving the sorcerer standing before the vast expanse of the upcoming New Year holidays. Holidays... And, of course, there will be a New Year's ball, or something like that. Now the sorcerer is sorting through his suitcase, and a couple of minutes later, having emptied it completely, he realizes that for the holiday, his best formal attire is his academy uniform. This is completely unacceptable; although he sometimes takes his practical approach to clothing to the point of asceticism, he still needs to look decent.
That's how Marey explained to himself the fact that on the first day of the holidays, he headed to "Bellatrix," thus joining Nara Enemkar. The real reasons were perhaps a little more complicated, but Marey either couldn't figure them out or, more likely, didn't want to, for some reason.
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08.01
"What, Marey, are you scared, huh? Have you already forgotten about the war?" a nasty, mocking voice nagged at Marey's mind.
Yes, it's scary. Yes, I've forgotten. Especially after the holidays. And now what? Am I a coward, guilty? That's just great.
Marey paced the room, alternately tossing things into his suitcase. Clothes... Toiletries... Writing supplies... A brush, ink, high-quality paper for continuing his calligraphy practice – he packed it with special care... The Tome of Shogo – during wartime, hardly anyone will care about it, but it's better to pack it discreetly... What else does one need in war? Anything, just not the junk he's already crammed in.
"I am not a soldier," Marey reminded himself. "I am an observer of the war, not a direct participant. They may survive, they may not, they may win or lose; whatever fate befalls Reim, I am me, and nothing more, and I will not share its fate."
He didn't want to sit in the room; restlessness overwhelmed him, so, having gathered his things, Marey headed to the meeting place. It was impossible to think about the war and the future for long, and Marey's thoughts gradually turned to the past, especially the recent past. He remembered the first days at the academy, then the summer, Rinze's crazy antics, magic and calligraphy, and finally, the holidays, the New Year...
December flew by like a gust of winter wind, leaving behind in Marey’s memory a jumble of black splashes of Nihon hieroglyphs and a pile of notes from monotonous, tedious lectures on special training, leaving the sorcerer standing before the vast expanse of the upcoming New Year holidays. Holidays... And, of course, there will be a New Year's ball, or something like that. Now the sorcerer is sorting through his suitcase, and a couple of minutes later, having emptied it completely, he realizes that for the holiday, his best formal attire is his academy uniform. This is completely unacceptable; although he sometimes takes his practical approach to clothing to the point of asceticism, he still needs to look decent.
That's how Marey explained to himself the fact that on the first day of the holidays, he headed to "Bellatrix," thus joining Nara Enemkar. The real reasons were perhaps a little more complicated, but Marey either couldn't figure them out or, more likely, didn't want to, for some reason.
Added 21 minutes later
08.01
"What, Marey, are you scared, huh? Have you already forgotten about the war?" a nasty, mocking voice nagged at Marey's mind.
Yes, it's scary. Yes, I've forgotten. Especially after the holidays. And now what? Am I a coward, guilty? That's just great.
Marey paced the room, alternately tossing things into his suitcase. Clothes... Toiletries... Writing supplies... A brush, ink, high-quality paper for continuing his calligraphy practice – he packed it with special care... The Tome of Shogo – during wartime, hardly anyone will care about it, but it's better to pack it discreetly... What else does one need in war? Anything, just not the junk he's already crammed in.
"I am not a soldier," Marey reminded himself. "I am an observer of the war, not a direct participant. They may survive, they may not, they may win or lose; whatever fate befalls Reim, I am me, and nothing more, and I will not share its fate."
He didn't want to sit in the room; restlessness overwhelmed him, so, having gathered his things, Marey headed to the meeting place. It was impossible to think about the war and the future for long, and Marey's thoughts gradually turned to the past, especially the recent past. He remembered the first days at the academy, then the summer, Rinze's crazy antics, magic and calligraphy, and finally, the holidays, the New Year...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers