Nolan
Where are we going?
Mon Sep 18, 2017 01:42
108.48.162.157

Of course it’s still a cookie,” the girl said, and then listed several things that did not sound like cookie ingredients. Well, okay, oats and raisins made sense. Rice and sunflowers, not so much. And he couldn’t figure how normal cookies could be planet-unfriendly.

At the girl’s urging, Nolan put the cheeseburger down on his plate, wiped his hands off on a napkin, and took a cookie. His mother didn’t let him have dessert before (or in the middle of) dinner, but a perk of being sent to boarding school was not following home rules. Also this sounded like the healthiest cookie ever so it didn’t really count. Nolan took a bite. It was definitely not cookie-textured or cookie-flavored but it actually tasted pretty good. Nolan still wouldn’t categorize it as a cookie but, like, he wouldn’t not eat another one if he was offered. “Okay, skepticism retracted, I’ll accept it as a dessert. Still ain’t cookies,” he added, grinning, “but they’re good. My compliments to the chef,” since she’d implied she’d made them and he was a gentleman. When a girl gave you food she’d made, you had to tell her you liked it, even if it tasted like boiled leather. And the not-cookies had been actually edible.

The girl’s name was, apparently, an anagram of the least-used syllables in the English language, but she had a nickname so Nolan went with that. “Pleasure to meet you, Myffi. Nolan Ramsey.” He held out his hand to shake hers. Nolan had a good handshake. The trick was to keep your wrist stiff but not involve your elbow too much. “Yeah, today is my second day as a fourth-year here. Aquila,” he said, in case RMI people identified themselves by House instead of year. He pointed to the little cream and grey crest on his robes.

The robes were Nolan’s least favorite thing so far. What was the point? They should be like dress robes, where you just dusted them off for special occasions. Nolan would much rather just wear the jeans and tee he had on under the robes right now. Normally he’d also wear a flannel shirt this time of year but it was hard to put the robes on over the shirt. The fabrics stuck together. And it was warm enough in the school that he didn’t need another shirt, although the robes didn’t do much in the way of heat. They just looked kind of silly, like he was wearing a bathrobe everywhere. Also Nolan had already seen a lot of people who just weren’t wearing them, Myffi included. She was wearing overalls and a sweater that couldn’t seem to make up its mind about being red or green.

Well, if another recent transfer wasn’t wearing her robes, then it probably wasn’t a big deal. Next time Nolan left the dorm, he wouldn’t wear his. “What’s it like here? You like it?” Maybe the second-newest person in school wasn’t the best choice for finding out stuff about RMI, but there wasn’t anyone else here.

  • Maps? Where we're going we don't need maps - Myfanwy, Sun Sep 17 16:32
    The boy joined her at the table, which made Myfanwy smile wider, although then he took a cheeseburger, and her expression fell a little. She couldn’t stop people from eating meat, and she didn’t... more
    • Where are we going? - Nolan, Mon Sep 18 01:42
      • There's no knowing where we're going - Myffi, Mon Sep 18 05:59
        She beamed when he seemed to enjoy the cookie, although he was adamant that it wasn’t a cookie. Myffi chuckled lightly as she acquiesced, “Fine, snackjacks it is.” She left the paper bag open on the... more
        • A map would help with that - Nolan, Mon Sep 18 12:54
          While Myffi was talking about RMI, Nolan continued eating his cheeseburger. It was good, but it would’ve been better with deep-fried pickles. Or just normal pickles. Nolan didn’t see any on the table ... more
          • Apparently Myffi had been ambiguous. She’s meant to ask Nolan about why he’d come to RMI, not whether he habitually rode a broomstick. It was totally useful information to have about a person of... more
            • They were now off the subject that led down a road toward him talking about his fratricidal family, and on a road that meant he got to talk about his horses. Good. “It’s the same principle as normal... more
              • The undiscovered parts might be better - Myffi, Wed Sep 20 14:22
                “That’s a lot of horses,” Myffi understated. She couldn’t even imagine how big this ranch was, but forty horses was a lot of horses, especially for ones with wings, because, well, they were bigger.... more
                • We’ll have to be explorers - Nolan, Fri Sep 22 09:58
                  “Nah, we just use boundary spells. They go up about five miles above the ranch. So the horses can fly around all they want in the borders but the air gets, like, thicker if they try to leave without... more
                  • I'm in - Myffi, Sun Sep 24 11:41
                    Myffi was relieved to discovered that winged horses didn't need their wings clipped to stay in a ranch. She'd never considered boundary charms, but then she'd never had a reason to. You had to be... more
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