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"Glave Orion Carson, at your service."
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[[Location: Outside, on the school grounds. | Company: Her Highness Princess Blakewood, potentially.]]
____It was a rare thing for young Glave to be able to wander outside the walls of his home in Gallanen, and being unaccompanied was simply unheard of. But here he was, alone and free, truly, for the first time in his life. As he gazed up at the tall mansion of his new home for a span of time, Veneficus, he felt... normal. Not in the sense of an absence of his royal heritage, merely that he did not feel any different. For some reason he had expected something more of his new found freedom, like applause and fanfare, but little more than drifting wind met his ears. Life was simply like this, he supposed.
With a shrug and a smirk, Glave grasped the bars of a trolly he was using and pushed his luggage along. The gates parted as his approach to his mild surprise, and he waited until they had come to a rest before continuing. The bags rumbled and the cart's wheels clattered in a strangely satisfying way while Glave strolled up to the front door. He stole glances from the corners of his eyes of the well maintained grounds. Though his own home was quite nice, it didn't have the extravagance or elegance of Veneficus. He wondered briefly if this was how other royal families lived. His mother and father were more fond of being conservative about display what wealth and status they had, as to not create distances between themselves and their subjects. Glave pushed away the thought for now, though, as he had reached the door. It didn't seem to move on its own, as the gates had done, so he passed his trolly, opened it, then pulled his belongings in with him.
A person, presumably the receiver, was thankfully present at a large counter at the opposite end of the room. Glave didn't fancy the idea of bringing his luggage up and down stairs in a futile search for reception. The secretary welcomed the young man at his approach, and he in turn introduced himself. Once his arrival was confirmed, he accepted the key to his new home for the year. He gazed at the small key and tag in his palm, then gripped it tight and nodded when given directions to his room.
In the span of about fifteen minutes, Glave had brought his belongings to his room upstairs, briefly familiarized himself with the room's layout, then returned to the first floor and stepped out into the grounds. He knew from his schedule that he had some time to spare before he had to prepare for anything, and although it might have been smart to get used to the layout of the building and where he would need to go every day, he was honestly sick if being trapped inside a building. He wanted open space and fresh air, the latter of which he took two lungfuls of. He then began to stroll and look around once more. As luck would have it, someone else had thought to take in the outdoors as well. She seemed preoccupied with something, however. Would it be rude to interrupt her? He could simply apologize and leave if he did anyway, right? He agreed with the latter half of his thought, then composed him and approached the lady on the bench. He politely cleared his throat to try and get her attention, then spoke. "Pardon me, are you a student here as well?"