“Well nothing as fancy shmancy as you Mr. Traveller,”
Willow could not help but find the title amusing, perhaps even coincidental. He didn't think much of what he would do after graduation, and at times fancied becoming a travelling Minstrel, like those of old. Perhaps he would find adventure, defend just causes, and bring merriment to each settlement he may encounter.
“Just hung out with my roommate and friends. Worked a lot as well. Just the usual things people do. Nothing really huge.”
Nothing huge? The fact that Alex lived with other peers and worked every day seemed like a separate world to Willow. A world of pure responsibility and sacrifice. One that meant a trade between heart and mind; desire and survival. It was a brave new world, and that was not huge?
However Alex had other things to do, and Willow simply nodded to his desires. It was not his place to detain him from his social happenings, just as he knew Alex would understand when he desired solitude. The whole conversation somehow brought perspective to the coming year, this would be Willow's last year, and he would be sure to make it count. Somehow.
The final throes of the Train's engine came and went, and a well received Willow carefully left his compartment with bags in tow. A number of admirers offered to carry some of his things for him, but just as usual, he'd politely respond with an aloof gratitude. He could carry his things quite easily, thanks to the nature of his preferred instrument.
Even with his bags he moved along the path to the auditorium with some strange grace, every step almost a two-step. For the most part he seemed separate from the rest of the students in the very way he walked- a dance to unheard music played by specters of light and sound. By some coincidence he managed to make it to the front of the group, up to the very large decorative doors he so fondly regarded. Breaking through the barrier with his right elbow, he found himself back into the chamber of ceremonies once again.
Last year's incident became fresh to his mind's eye, oh the flames! The terror! There was a strange beauty in the face of death that Willow never managed to forget. Then again, he was one of the many who aided in the eventual victory over the flames, being so adept at dueling, it was almost instinctive how he leapt into action in the face of the inferno.