Eudalie wandered about the academy for some time, attempting to keep a low profile with her head ducked down and her ears flat. She assumed information about the class would be somewhere around here, and if she could only find it, she wouldn't need to be a bother to anyone. After some very deliberate reading through flyers and notices, she spotted a familiar name. Garrett.
Her face lit up as she neared the notice and folded her hands in front of her in false prayer. The show of manners met none but an empty corridor, but she did not waver until she finished scanning the information. Eudalie took a step back and released a great breath. Relevant skills? What could she possibly have to offer in the class's excavation? She tilted her head and twisted her mouth into a crooked purse while debating her quandary. After a short bout of pacing, her ears perked and she leaned onto the bulletin board, prepared to answer.
"Let's see," she mumbled to herself. A chuckle ensued as the quill scratched at the paper. In loopy print, there was written:
Eudalie N'aal - Healer, prepared to react to accidents & mend wounds; Able & willing to supply meals to dig members. - I hope to learn more of our history and get my hands dirty!
Eudalie peels away from the board and smiles at her ink-worn signature. She stifles a giggle behind one palm and turns on her heel, wondering if anyone will find her pun funny while she strolls.
Her face lit up as she neared the notice and folded her hands in front of her in false prayer. The show of manners met none but an empty corridor, but she did not waver until she finished scanning the information. Eudalie took a step back and released a great breath. Relevant skills? What could she possibly have to offer in the class's excavation? She tilted her head and twisted her mouth into a crooked purse while debating her quandary. After a short bout of pacing, her ears perked and she leaned onto the bulletin board, prepared to answer.
"Let's see," she mumbled to herself. A chuckle ensued as the quill scratched at the paper. In loopy print, there was written:
Eudalie N'aal - Healer, prepared to react to accidents & mend wounds; Able & willing to supply meals to dig members. - I hope to learn more of our history and get my hands dirty!
Eudalie peels away from the board and smiles at her ink-worn signature. She stifles a giggle behind one palm and turns on her heel, wondering if anyone will find her pun funny while she strolls.
