<font color='698AAB'>Day : 49th Month : Mia Year : Year 2 \\ OOC: Tootles, since you're other thread would be prior this one, in the hallways, I started a new one for in the class. Anyone taking a healing class can join the thread, but since this is a class-type thread, there probably shouldn't be any stalkers or lurkers. hehe \\ IC Elethea walks calmly through the hallways of the familiar Janardan. The silver pelted pendragon, with her ever-present sack swinging around her neck, was here to teach a class in healing, and would be for the next half of the season, before she started her aimless rounds again. So, as she meanders through the halls, the reserved Elethea smiles to students and fellow teachers alike. She had been heading to the classroom alloted her during her stay, and upon reaching it, pushes the door open, and props it open. She moves to the desk facing a few tiered rows and columns of about fifteen desks. It wasn't a huge classroom, because, as a part time teacher, she wasn't expected a huge class. That accomplished, Elethea starts shuffling through her things, awaiting her few students.</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>Jugep muttered Kuentin as he ran. He was late. How could he? On his first day he was late. Well not his first day so to say, but his first day with this new Healing teacher he was to have. Kuentin believed in giving a good first impression. He also believed that he had now blown his chances of making a good one. He made his way through the underground pathways, brushing past the other students with an apologetic grin on the face, and finally arrived in front of a small door leading to a tiny classroom, well not huge anyway, what was to be his new healing class for a few moons. He took a deep breathe and cautiously opened the door, hoping he was not hte last to arrive. Dlieti wubpyfi ni , he began looking at his feet (or front paws) out of politeness, wub no lesimitt, ys qyll mus... He suddenly realised that he was the only one in the class appart from the teacher. Nevertheless he continued, Ys qyll mus heddim epeym.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea smiles, both at this one's politeness, and the fact he speaks Ramathian - since her entire family loved the ancient language, she was fluent; "Pym's fyjji iyojtalv. E fell fues u jautymurla unyoms yv sena vyj aukh tsopams sy ujjeba." Pulling out a book from her sack with one paw, she waves at the empty seating with another, "Glauta suca umi taus iyo leca." The healer pauses, then smiles again, "Ev yshaj tsopamst ulty tgauc Ramathian, fa fell kymsemoa tgaucemd es, ev mys, fa kum jabajs sy nypajm tgaakh. Ty ut mys sy kymvota shan." \\ OOC: Since we're quadropedal, and Janardan is highly reputed, I'm figuring the seats would be square cushions on the floor in front of not too tall square desks. </font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=verdana SIZE=1> Yuin knocked timidly at the door before peering in. "Tyjji E'n lusa...E dys lyts, shet et ni vejts klutt haja..." she trailed off lamely, unsure of what to say. However, she was relieved to see that so far only one other student was there. The one who had come rushing in so rudely to the Registration Office, butting in front of everybody, in fact. The only other person in the room appeared to be the teacher. On her schedule, it said her instructor's name was Elethea Jaleabaj. Scrutinizing her, Yuin saw a bright silver pendragon with gold eyes and darker silver highlights. However, her eyes, in contrast with her pelt, seemed quiet, calm, reserved. Yuin essayed a smile and stepped further into the room.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea smiles kindly to the second student to enter the small room. "Falkyna. Ump pym's fyjji uryos es. Iyo hubam's nettap umishemd." is spoken, with a greeting nod. After a second she grins, "Janardan et u baji red tkhyyl. Es ulfuit sampt sy deba sha mafats tsopamst u haupukha. Yj us lauts u guf ukha fhelts jommemd." She continues, looking between both students, "Iyo sfy thyolp ra baji gjyop yv iyoj apokuseym. Mys numi iyomd ymat huba nutsajap Ramathian." With another smile as she pulls out a sheet of paper with some of her small and delicate writing already present, the healer continues, "E huba sfy woatseymt vyj rysh yv iyo. Sha vejts et nui E huba rysh yv iyoj munat? Ump sha takymp, py iyo feth sy kymsemoa em Ramathian yj nypajm tgaakh?"</font>
<font color='#810541'>justine was sure she was going to be late "thyys, thyys, THYYS!"she started to fly down the halls to get to her healing class faster and landed at the door to the healing class and as faster as she could got in the classroom"un e lusa ias?"</font>
<font color='698AAB'>The other student had come before the two already present could answer, and Elethea grins, chuckling jovialy, "My, iyo'ja mys lusa. Glauta, kyna tes." "E'll utc sha tuna woatseym yv iyo, shus E pep sha yshajt jedhs ravyja iyo amsajap; nui E huba iyoj muna, ump fyolp iyo ull leca sy kymsemoa em Ramathian yj nypajm?"</font>
<font color='#728FCE'>Kuentin had taken a seat not too far away from the teacher, who's name , he discovered whilst looking at his schedule, was Elethea. Seeing that all present could speak in Ramathian, he replied in the Old tongue: No meni yt Kuentin Arniera . Y qualgm's nymg at atymp iyshib uw shiti lempaepit, ois Y vilyifi shes ys qualg vi teg, yw ell amgibtsemg emg tdiec ys wlaimslo, mus su ati shi Ulg Sumpai, qhykh, ym no udymyum, yt nubi kuluabwal shem shi Nugibm umi.</font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=verdana SIZE=1> "E djaf og em u gjeneseba Klum, fhekh tgyca gjenujeli Ramathian . Es et ni nyshaj symdoa. Hyfabaj, E un woesa kynvyjsurla em Modern ev yshajt fyolp gjavaj." Yuin said, gaining a little confidence from the instructor's obvious approval and pleasure at their fluency in the Olde Tongue. On pads that had not yet lost the silence they had aquired prowling through forests, Yuin then made her way over to a seat, one row behind Quentin and one to the left of him. She wanted to be close enough to clearly hear the teacher's voice, yet not so close as to draw her unwonted attention upon herself. From there, she looked over at the pendragon in the doorway, relieved that she wasnt the last one. Indeed, she was only the second. Surely all classes weren't this small, since the classroom was obviously furnished for more? Was there some special even today that caused most of the other pendragon's to be late? Or was this just going to be an exceptionaly small class? All this was going through her mind as she surveyed the girl coming near her.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"e pyms jaulli kuja. Its just my dad, Naraku, likes the modern language better so i use it more"</font>
<font color='#32CD32'>OOC: I wanted to join this thread, but it looks like I'm gonna be late! lol.... Â Also, since I haven't done this form of RPng for a while, I'm probably kind of rusty at it, :P BIC: With a flash of orange striped wings, a teen female form rushed down the hallway towards the classroom, as she approached the room, she groaned to herself "E hyga E'n mys lusa!". With a screech of her orange paws she yelled out a bit as she nearly missed the room, she quickly looked for a seat and sat down near the front row. Since Zoriane had overheard what Yuin said when she was close and Justine was speaking when she arrived, so she politely waited for her to finish. Having guessed at what the teacher may have asked, she spoke quickly, but clearly, "Hally, E ugylydexa vyj reamd lusa E'n maf sy Wonoqgon ump E cemp yv lyts sjukc yv sena fhela E fut azglyjemd u res. Temka E ybajhaujp tyna sulc uryos fhashaj sy tgauc em Nypajm yj Ramathian, aeshaj et vema fesh na temka E fut suodhs Ramathian woesa fall." After she finished speaking, she got out the textbooks that are required for the class and tried to settle down a bit. OOC: How's my RPng so far? BIC:</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Welcome! Not bad at all. \\ IC Elethea was thoroughly tickled at having such attentive students in this class. All were studied in Ramathian to at least some degree, and all were worried about making a good first impression. A lot had to be said for that; since she had had students prior to his who couldn't have cared. She had a feeling all of them would be good healers; even if it only was a hobby to them, and not a dedicated trade, because of this. As she writes down 'Kuentin Arniera' on her list of students, she happily greets the newest addition, "My, fa'ba ymli qots radom dassemd sy cmyf yma umyshaj, ty iyo'ja mys lusa." As the healer watches her take her seat, she adresses the four of them (though the question would omit Kuentin from answering a second time), "Shumc iyo vyj umtfajemd ni woatseym, ut fall. Myf, fhus et iyoj muna?"</font>
<font color='#32CD32'>OOC: Thanks BIC: As Zoriane settled down, she looked around the large room that looked like it could hold about 50 average sized Pendragons at her professor, Â Elethea, and the other classmates of whom vary greatly in thier colorations, much liike her own patterns and mixtures. Looking at Elethea with a slight smile, she said, "Ni muna't Zoriane Chalassa, ulshyodh vjeampt kull na Zor, yj Zori, E pym's nemp reamd kullap shyta." She then relaxed into her seat a bit and waited for the next student to take thier turn (if any have not done so yet). ooc: :P tired from staying up late, not much to post right now.</font>
<font color='669900'><CENTER><FONT FACE=verdana SIZE=1> OOC:waaay better than mine was the first time i posted! BIC: "Ni muna't Yuin Xia-Chin, tyjji." Yuin said softly. She smiled slightly to herself. It seemed she had been right and that the class wasn't complete yet. OOC: do we call her Elethea, or ms. Jaleabaj??</font>
<font color='#00FFFF'>OOC: Is is too late to join? BIC: Drak rushed down the hallway heading for his class. The first day of classes and he was late! If only he hadn't gotten lost! He cursed under his breath as he rounded another corner. Then he finally spotted his class and skidded to a halt at the door, almost sliding past the entrance. He took a moment to catch his breath and started to speak. "Sorry I'm late!... Got lost!..." Drak said between deep breaths. It was a small classroom with only 15 seats to accomodate the students. Some of the other students were already situated. Drak had planned to come early, but things hadn't gone according to plan. At least he had made it, and that was better than not coming at all. He looked towards the professor, and hoped she wouldn't be angry at him for coming late.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Not at all! Â Â -- As for what to call her.. hmm.. Elethea. She's not high on titles, and doesn't care. \\ IC Elethea was marking 'Zoriane Chalassa', 'Yuin Xia-Chin', and 'Justine Yokai' underneath Kuentin's, in sucession, as the fifth student slides to a halt at the doorway. She looks up and chuckles, "No, you're not late. Please sit down with us." waving a paw at the seating arrangement of cushions and desks. Elethea pauses a moment, then asks, "Py iyo ompajtsump Ramathian?" The answer needn't rely on his saying yes, she just wanted to know the best way for teaching this class. If he didn't, she certainly wasn't going to lord the language over him.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"shaja jaulli thyolp ra u tedm yj tynashemd sy tui fham kull tsujst. fa ull shemc fa faja lusa!"justine made a small giggle at this</font>
<font color='#00FFFF'>"I can somewhat understand Ramathian, but can't speak a word of it," Drak replied. He wondered if he was the only one incapable of speaking it, when he heard another Pendragon talk in Ramathian. He's interpreted something about everyone being late, but Ramathian wasn't really his strong point. He hoped the class wouldn't mind if they changed languages, if they were speaking Ramathian to start off with.</font>
<font color='#810541'>"you dont speak Ramathian?i said 'there really should be a sign or something to say when classa starts. we all think we were late'"</font>
