School was... tolerable. The material moved a little too slowly for my tastes, but it was a place of learning, so I suppose I enjoyed it well enough. I was certainly grateful for the respite from home.
As for my other interests... no, not really. I never found girls appealing in the way that my fellows did... nor did I find my fellows interesting in the same fashion. I simply didn't see any attraction in attraction. As far as I was concerned, romantic infatuation was a vulgar, childish past time designed to hurt any players foolish enough to partake in it.
Besides, I had already fallen in love with an idea; an idea that curiosity could be brave, that dreams and poems presided over reality, and that the world didn't have to make sense for it to be true and right.
Little did I know that idea was real, and had a name.
A very lovely name.









