The fairer sex. An entirely unacademic interest. [+ Divine Blood]

You are a Licentiate.

Quite a few of your peers took liberties with their students. A weakness you can understand, but a temptation you always managed to resist. And the Dean’s Daughter – whatever else can be said – never was your student.

You first met at the bank of the Spew, far away from both your schools. She never did admit to seeking you out. And then you met in your flat, in her airy room above Parliament Isle, and after your classes. You met in the dark alleys behind night-clubs, and in the park under the light of the Liar Stars. The two of you spent a year together. A year to gather knowledge together.

The things she showed you went beyond the physical. A lecturer should speak with passion, but most speak to fill the time. As did you, until she showed you the way. She ignited your spark. She showed you whispers and gestures, and she taught you the words beyond words.

You did not know who her father was, not at first. And later you did not care. The time you shared was worth the inevitable scandal. Her father had you fired when he found out, but your reputation did not suffer much. Her doing, you suspect. And she recommended your name to the Captain, and you have worked the Demeter ever since. You still write to her, sometimes, long letters you never post.

The Sea of Mists called out to you, and it sucked you in. It forever keeps you separate from those you – once upon a time – have loved so dearly.