[center][color=9e005d][h1]Widolaic von Vestra[/h1][/color][/center]
[right][indent][sub][color=#C0C2C9]Interacting with:[/color] [@Asura] | [color=#C0C2C9]Location:[/color] Garreg Mach Monastery - Courtyard[/sub][/indent][/right][hr]
Well, they said never to meet your heroes, and insofar as Viddle [i]had[/i] heroes, professor Malathice was close. Initially she’d been quite excited to hear he would be heading their studies; many of the books in her collection were authored by him, and she attributed much of her interest in learning magic at all to how thoughtful and engaging his dissertations were. His disinterest in teaching didn’t surprise her too much—who wouldn’t rather be doing what they love instead of just [i]talking[/i] about it—but nonetheless she found herself just a smidgen disheartened as he walked out of the room. 

Oh well, there was a whole year ahead for things to change. Change was good, change was exciting. She knew better than most how close-quarters and a shared goal could change a person, who was to say any of them would be the same in a few months’ time? 

The lot of them filtered out, and Viddle’s eyes scanned in an attempt to connect faces to the various names she’d seen on scribbled notes and dossiers of foreign families. Though she’d attended her fair share of Adrestian gatherings, her interactions with the peoples of other nations had been severely limited growing up. Her family’s concerns were focused most importantly on the [i]inner[/i] workings of the Empire, but for how long that would be enough, she wasn’t sure. Soon the day might come where close and friendly relations with the rest of Fódlan might save more than a few lives. 

Especially considering…

“[color=9e005d]Adelaide![/color]” Viddle’s smile filled her eyes, and with perhaps a bit less grace than she ought to have shown, she accepted her cousin’s offer and hugged her tightly. She paid that grace back with a perfectly practiced curtsey, and the briefest attempt at calming the bounce in her heels. “[color=9e005d]Indeed, it’s been [i]much[/i] too long. I’m afraid I didn’t have many chances to visit this past year, but now it seems we’ve plenty of time. Goddess, look at you! It’s so good to see you in fair health.[/color]”

She still remembered when Adelaide fell ill, so harshly and so long after the plague’s deadliest years. House Vestra had scrambled, concerned that it had been an attempt on her life, but the young heiress had overcome it, and awoken seemingly stronger than before. Some were offput by Adelaide’s zeal; there was, after all, no shortage of tyrannical megalomaniacs in Fódlan’s history. But tyrants were cruel, and as long as Viddle had known her, she never thought of Adelaide as cruel. Only honest, and earnest. Perhaps that was why she liked her. 

“[color=9e005d]Exciting, isn’t it? So many people to meet, so many things to learn. Where do you even begin with an opportunity like this?[/color]” she looked out at the courtyard, smiling still. “[color=9e005d]Well, I suppose you’ve already got plenty of ideas.[/color]”