[There is a sheep in the library. Trying to shelve books. Naturally, this is not going very well, mostly because a. lack of hands and b. lack of height. Then there is c. librarian that is giving the poor sheep a lecture on how the distinct smell of sheep is not something that she wants on her books. Two students are standing nearby and discussing with low voices why the hell there is a sheep ....all in all this corner of the library is not particularely quiet right now.

Finally, the sheep replies to the scolding, trying to sound jovial but clearly a bit stressed out.] I'll take my day off today then. See you tomorrow, mate, and if you're up for a pint later, you'll have to pay because I can't carry a wallet right now. [And with a nudge to the poor librarian's butt, the sheep is trotting down the aisle, towards you.]

[France has absolutely no idea what had just happened. All he remembers is that one minute, he was at home... and the next he had walked through that door, and been enrolled in a school for magicians (which didn't exist, by the way) and assigned to a kodor, or... something like that. And now maref was being held the next day - at least, that was what his papers had said. They really seemed to enjoy making their new students hit the ground running.

Still, this was all a little too much to take in, even for a nation who prided himself on being able to adapt to almost any situation. So there he is, sitting in the courtyard, with his few things collected together into his lap, trying to soak everything in. It's still so surreal, despite how Earth-like it may seem to him - like this is some sort of dream.

He glanced briefly at his arm, and the hideous... thing they'd put there - they'd called in the Rukh's Eye, a way of communication in this world. Initially he'd refused it, but they'd forcibly rolled up his sleeve and shoved it onto his arm. After staring at it for another moment, he quickly pulled down his sleeve to hide it as best he could, before standing up. Well! There was no way he was going to learn about this place if he didn't do something. So he turned to the nearest person, and approached them, smiling, with a question.]

Pardonnez-moi... I am new here, if you could not tell... do you by any chance know where the, ah, maref rooms are...?

(( ooc: You can find him anywhere you like - perhaps you're the person he asked for directions, or maybe you meet him as he's snooping around the area, or even as he's going to the dormitories and getting settled in! Just put where you want to meet him in the subject <3 also if you're a pretty lady, watch out, he flirts ))

 [Action 1 - Hallways]

[Jack's just arrived, and he's still taking this place in.  He's had his test and his placement, but to be honest, that doesn't mean a lot to him, and, well, he's more interested in looking around.  Which is what he's doing.  What he's not doing is paying attention to the people in his surroundings.  Even after spending what seems like weeks with the guardians (was it really all over in a few days?) he's not used to people being able to see him.

Which probably explains why he's trying to walk through people, and still not learning his lesson.]

Oof-- I'm sorry!  Are you okay?  [He'll offer a hand if they've been knocked to the ground, or lean over to pick up anything they've dropped, a little flustered.]

[Action 2 - Boy's Dorm]

[The door to his room's still open and he's holding up his uniform, face a picture of distaste.]  They expect us to wear this?  [No one mention how old fashioned his trousers are or stained his jumper.]

[Whoever passes by the entrance to the dorms will see a teenager of maybe 14 years, but that age is really only visible in the bits of remaining baby fat and other such details of the facial structure: The brunet looks exhausted, the eyes much too old, acutely so, and more blood than can reasonably be shed by one person is spilt over a greenish military uniform, complete with helmet and everything, that is caked in dust and grime. A rifle is slung over one shoulder, loosely, as if to keep it ready and at hand, but while alert, Kiwi is not about to use it if spooked. There has been too much death in the recent and very recent past to really need more.]

This place looks peaceful. [It's not really meant as a remark to someone, more as a note-to-self kind of finding.]

So [and this is where the nation will adress the world as a whole, or maybe the building that the brunet is standing in front of] everyone here is supposed to dabble or be dabbling in magic. I'm surprised that the city is still standing.

[Having seen and hear about magic what the nation has, Kiwi is not too keen on getting first hand experiences in magic.] I wonder if it is very different from what they do at home.

...There can't be much more time left before I wake up. Standing around here isn't going to make the most of this. [The brunet's expression turns into a smile that speaks of a determination to not let the worries of the waking world affect the inside of a peaceful dream.]