Old stones comprised the exterior of Saint Theo University, carved and placed two centuries ago before when both Engellexic and Niomonnach considered themselves lucky to share a few common words and a decade of peace. Central to this campus, then as it was now, sat Saint Thaddeus Abbey from which the Thaddean Order wrought social and civil war between clan and mercantile rulers. Many thousands pass through the abbey each year, study under professors and priests designated to preach Nieviesh Socialism, and yet one professor and priest considers the entire mission a misguided failure.
He was found hunched over in a student's seat with arms crossed napping in a student's pew seat when the first two students entered. When a third entered he beckoned the young lady over, speaking to her in Carian as he assumed she was to know: "Please fetch me a coffee, dear, I'll repay you, next class."
The Nievish students, two native girls, whispered between themselves at the prospect. One if not two generations had passed since priests or professors could send students at this university on errands like these without suspicion and reprimand. Fifty years instructing courses at this and much higher levels gave Father Michael a timeless sense of these introductory crossings of young and old.
"Is it decided then by ye two?" Father Michael pointed to the first attending Nievish girls while the main mass poured in. "I have laid out the readings and expectations of the semester on a page - those who do not wish to attend can test out with me on the final examination a few months from now. It's our nation's history forward to backward, and the bible backward to forward."
Feet shuffled as students made their choice between classroom and text, the Carian girl returned a moment later with a cool cup of coffee that the professor had left at the front of the classroom only a nap's spell before he had went to nap. "Not tea? That's fine, sit down everyone if you please." Father Michael beckoned.
"Nievish Spiritual Visions, this hardly means much to me and I doubt it does to you. This is a minor barrier along your education and towards to your degree here that our Catholic college demands you overcome. The purpose of this class is to introduce you to Jesus Christ, if you'll meet a version of him, and to explain his vision alive in this country and elsewhere."
He was found hunched over in a student's seat with arms crossed napping in a student's pew seat when the first two students entered. When a third entered he beckoned the young lady over, speaking to her in Carian as he assumed she was to know: "Please fetch me a coffee, dear, I'll repay you, next class."
The Nievish students, two native girls, whispered between themselves at the prospect. One if not two generations had passed since priests or professors could send students at this university on errands like these without suspicion and reprimand. Fifty years instructing courses at this and much higher levels gave Father Michael a timeless sense of these introductory crossings of young and old.
"Is it decided then by ye two?" Father Michael pointed to the first attending Nievish girls while the main mass poured in. "I have laid out the readings and expectations of the semester on a page - those who do not wish to attend can test out with me on the final examination a few months from now. It's our nation's history forward to backward, and the bible backward to forward."
Feet shuffled as students made their choice between classroom and text, the Carian girl returned a moment later with a cool cup of coffee that the professor had left at the front of the classroom only a nap's spell before he had went to nap. "Not tea? That's fine, sit down everyone if you please." Father Michael beckoned.
"Nievish Spiritual Visions, this hardly means much to me and I doubt it does to you. This is a minor barrier along your education and towards to your degree here that our Catholic college demands you overcome. The purpose of this class is to introduce you to Jesus Christ, if you'll meet a version of him, and to explain his vision alive in this country and elsewhere."
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