I gathered my loose golden robes around me, hugging a slim leather notebook to my side and limped, burdened with the heavy swaths of thick canvas-like cloth.
Other initiates were traversing the hallways as I exited my rooms, stumbling over the doorstep in my cumbersome wooden shoes. The narrow, multicolored glass windows interspersed along the wood-paneled outer wall casted multifaceted sunlight across the glass floor, raised above a plane of grass. Due to the strong natural elements of the Trevylh corrids, thick-stemmed flowers with wide, vividly colored petals grew within the grass beneath the covering of glass.
“Hara!”
I stood helpless, tangled in my garment, as slim arms hugged me from behind. I turned, teetering, to face the tall, slender girl who had approached me. It was Greetchin, a gregarious and upbeat classmate and fellow initiate of mine.
“It’s nice to see you finally out and about in your new uniform, Bharakin,” she smiled, using my full name. She wasn’t hampered by the outfit, it seemed.