Everfree Tales

Music streams through the halls of Baroque college as students practice, some with less vigor than at the beginning of the semester, others prepare more diligently,knowing that competitions will be around soon enough. Dean Lighthoof is busy with finishing the choreography for the Winter ballet, Art Deco is preparing his student for exhibitions and Firesong is prepping her choir for next month's round of tours.

Smells of baked goods and well spiced meals float from the floor where culinary students are growing their understanding of the various preparations of food. They still have much to learn about the finer points of cooking, but less and less is being lost to burning every day, though mishaps are far from uncommon.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Storm decides not to press the relationship subject, instead turning to Longshot with a twinkling eye. "So, i'm not the only one likes guys here, huh? Good to hear." After a second, he realizes how that came off. "Oh, I'm not hitting on you, by the way. Just, you know... I'm not as alone." He grins.

Longshot

Longshot looks at Storm for a good while in silence. "So where's first stop on this tour?"

"Well, I figure we could start with what I'm most familiar with, and slowly devolve into the madness of the unfamiliar. So, here we are at the Arts building, the seat of my beloved major, dance." Storm performs a twirl.

Longshot
Baroque Grounds

Longshot tried to keep the surprise from his voice. "The seats of higher education here teach dance, do they?"