255 Chapter Fifty Five - He is supporting me? (1/2)
Back in the Ascending Mountain Institute, within the sheltered heights of a particular mountain with no road and the connective buildings that dominated the space and within one of the small, student dorms that contained two single cot-beds, something stirred beneath a mound of woollen blankets and warm furs. Eventually, those blankets were peeled back to reveal a head of long brown hair, which was covered both back and face to the point that the person beneath could not be identified. A loud yawn escaped from the person, the head of whom tilted back a tad before snapping back to its previous position and the blankets were tossed aside to reveal two pale, white feet peering out from the bedclothes worn. Those feet then moved to firmly plant themselves into an awaiting pair of fur-lined slippers and the person shuffled out of bed and towards an enchanted bowl that kept warmed water from losing heat. As the person did so, they swept back the unruly lengths of hair with practised ease until the hair formed a long tail upon their head and their face was finally revealed.
Sun glanced down at his reflection in the water before taking a towel to dampen that he might freshen his face and send far away the remnants of sleep. He shivered briefly as he stripped out of his sleeping clothes, washed sparsely with the hot water then quickly threw on a fresh set of robes with a sigh. He adjusted the embroidered sleeves before a thought came to him and he rushed out of his dorm room in the next heartbeat.
Less than a minute later, he rushed back in to change out of his slippers into his boots.
Despite the early hour, the Food Hall was already filled with students and all were gossiping loudly.
”Ah, Ari left his group behind again.”
”Ashton must be used to Ari's behaviour by now; its always him who leads Ari's group while Ari seeks hunting trophies for them.”
”Give Luna her dues, she always manages to rally good troops. They should place high!”
”I thought Bowyer was crazy for choosing Borean as his sixth, being only recently placed on the innerschool standings, but I was wrong!”
”Aunty, can I have the ginger and honey congee,” he looked at the sweet porridge with anticipation before adding; ”with peeled water chestnuts, please!”
The aunt looked down at the hungry face with sparkling eyes and the corners of her lips curved upward. There was nothing better, she felt, than seeing a young man with a healthy appetite and polite attitude. However, just before she went to serve him a slightly larger than normal serving, she noted the jade bracelet on his wrist, which served as a symbol of his identity as well as recorded his points and remembered something.
”Ah, Young Master! Your grandfather insisted that you attend him for breakfast this morning!”