I liked how my schedule looked, after all planning and discussing was done. Monday and Friday were pretty loaded, Tuesday and Wednesday kept me busy, Thursday was almost an off-day and Saturday was free entirely. The only thing about this setting that I didn't like that much was the odd break I had between my morning and evening classes on Monday, but I could work with that. At least I would have enough time to get my beauty sleep the following day.
As for the rest of this first, lessons-free week I had on Welldark, it basically flew by me. The majority of the time I spent, alone or with companions, exploring more of Welldark and familiarizing myself with my new environment.
I visited Lisa's Bakery a couple of times, because I liked her company. She gave me advice on a few things. I hadn't asked for any but, as older people sometimes were, she just heard me mention certain things and decided to give me a little lecture based on it. I didn't need most of it, but I smiled and nodded. It was a sign of care, so I appreciated it.
Welldark City wasn't a huge, sprawling metropolis but it was still too large to scout out all of it in a week. I kept most of my sightseeing confined to the business areas, where the most shops and service providers were concentrated. Knowing where I could buy what would come in handy at some point.
Many more hours were spent walking through the halls of the university. It was, in many ways, even harder to get familiar with than the city and its many side streets. The twists and turns of the corridors were separated by green areas and different design philosophies that still shared a centralized theme. I only had a very rough idea where things generally were at the end of the week. I did know exactly where my lessons would take place though, which was the most important thing.
People who recommended a fashionable lateness had never been to an overcrowded lecture and I, for one, had enough from standing on staircases from just the introduction ceremony. There was no way I would be anywhere else but in a comfortable seat. Which, from checking out several empty classrooms, I knew Welldark thankfully invested in. Proper, cushioned seats with armrests and back support. Not cheap, mass-produced wooden awfulness that forced students to try and find a comfortable way to sit rather than listen to their teachers.
Aside from the exploration, I also spent time on daily routines and simple relaxation. Workouts, gaming, reading, napping, cooking and watching, there was no shortage of things I should and could do. Importantly, Esther was around for a lot of what I did, no matter what it was.
I used that time as best I could. Once the schedules kicked in, leisurely spent time like this would become rare. We would be exhausted after a long day or timetables would just not align, the usual drawbacks of having obligations in life. As it was, we got to know each other a little better, but nothing of major importance happened. That was, until Sunday.
I had gotten her to agree to a date. I had used the actual word in the suggestion, so there was absolutely no ambivalence about what she had agreed to when I took her out. It was to be a very simple get-together: visiting a good restaurant followed by a trip to a sports centre.
Admittedly, a sports centre wasn't a particularly romantic location, but I wanted to show her that I understood her. Something practical had to be the target, therefore. A place where we got to look at additional workout tools and just generally strain our trained physique would work. The alternative had been the waterpark, but with the pool at home, I felt like she would see it as a frivolous waste of time. For the same reason, visiting a cinema was out.
That aside, I really wanted us to get moving somewhere. Watching her hourglass figure in motion was a thing of pure beauty and attractive women getting sweaty until their curves glistened was definitely a desire of mine.
The restaurant visit before wasn't just form or my wish to have an hour or so of calm talks. Both of those definitely were a factor. For the most part, however, I wished for her to be satiated to keep her mood stable. A hungry Esther was an easily agitated Esther. Having her sated should keep her in a good (or perhaps workable was more accurate) mood.
Which was where we were at that moment.
The restaurant, Glitters and Gold, was a middle-class restaurant inside the city. It had the kind of prices that someone in my allowance category could afford, but not regularly so. As the name suggested, the restaurant was heavy on golden and glittering decorations. As the name also suggested, being a play on the well-known saying 'not all that glitters is gold', all of it was fake. From the cutlery, to the decorative flower depictions on the rim of the porcelain plates, to the frames of the oil paintings and the ornaments on the walls, all of it was only painted with gold colour.
This cheapness on the material side didn't change the fact that it was a nicely decorated restaurant. The gold, paired with the chocolate brown of the walls and dark grey of the carpet, made for a pleasant colour combination. Thick curtains kept out the daylight, leaving candles and dim lamps to do the illumination. It was quiet, out of respect for the surroundings and because of the hour. Few people frequented this establishment around noon. All around there was a relaxed and luxurious atmosphere. The best I could ask for, without going to a truly posh restaurant.
"Did your parents decide to send you to Welldark?" Esther asked, suddenly ending the topic we had previously discussed. While waiting for my answer, she cut into her meal. The fork sawed into the medium-rare steak with ease. The cooked potatoes and the little salad at the side were diminished in equal measure.
"No, they had no influence on it whatsoever," I told her, "They couldn't have. I'm somewhat of a Neverborne."
In places like Welldark, even those that didn't understand the Dimensional Truth at least knew that it existed. It was common knowledge and nobody would be surprised to hear that an acquaintance had the power to traverse between worlds. The same could not be said for the majority of all places that could be travelled to.
When a person in a place that was completely unaware of the Dimensional Truth awoke to it, something quite unfortunate happened. Once they used their newfound powers to travel to another place, everyone, without exception, every friend, family member and random passerby, forgot about them. There was no way to resist it or reverse it, it was a simple fact of the Dimensional Truth.
It was a protective action that regular people couldn't be blamed for in any fashion. The common mind was not prepared for anything associated with the piercing of the great veil. The Dimensional Truth made someone a pariah in their old home. Astral Capacity, magic, dimensional travelling, all of these things were instinctively rejected. Ignoring the unfathomable was much easier when the person presenting it was an unknown lunatic, rather than a loved one who suddenly started to rave about unbelievable things.
Those cast out of their society of birth were commonly called Neverborne. It was a title and a simple description. To everyone they had originally known, the Neverborne was never born. Uncreative, in many ways, but to the point and effective.
