Yes, this is in the format of the game Rune Factory 2. Meaning thoughts are in parenthesis, Wooly is Wooly, not wooly, Aria is the female child and Aaron is the male child (although only Aria is mentioned in this), and the world is made of awesomeness. Any questions?
Disclaimer: If I owned Rune Factory 2, you would have seen more of Barrett, Jake, Orland, Roy, and several other characters. Oh, and the tamed monsters wouldn't be so stupid. But we don't, and they are, aren't they? That's proof enough.
Aquamarine eyes flickered over the classroom in annoyance. Orland had just stepped through the door, and already the school was filled with the chatter of the other two there. He was fast approaching a headache, and he hadn't even a chance to sit down yet. He approached the front of the classroom in silence and took the seat he frequently chose every week, quietly taking out his paper, quill, and ink as he absentmindedly listened to Leann and Leonel.
"Oh, Leonel! You don't eat chocolate cake in the morning! That's for desert!"
"But, I was hungry! And I can't make pancakes . . ."
"But that's not a healthy breakfast! If anything, you could ask Aria if she can make you some!"
"I haven't seen her all morning . . . She's normally the first one here."
"Hm, that's odd. I wonder what she's up to?""Alright!" Mana's voice rose over the kids' as she tapped her desk with a ruler. "Let's begin the class!" They quickly took to their seats and fidgeted anxiously before her stern stare silenced them. Then, her beautiful smile illuminated her face as she started to instruct them on how to make sashimi out of some common fish.
Although Orland copied the diagrams perfectly, he did so like a machine and paid no attention to her words. His hand rose to flick his short blonde hair out of his face while his attention wandered around the room. It settled on the open window letting in a fresh spring breeze, and he watched as a bumblebee hovered over a flower tentatively before landing and collecting its spoils. It traveled to other flowers in this manner, joining a cautious dance the other worker bees participated in over the petals.
He could relate to the bumblebee as it busied itself with its work; it was commanded by the queen bee to go out and find the materials necessary to make honey, and yet it took its time leisurely as it drifted ever so slowly on the wind. It worked and worked hard, but at its own pace, and yet it always seemed to be so much more productive than the other insects of the animal world. He figured the Hornets and Queen Bees in the Valley were just the same, although at his age he had never gone there himself, and so he spent his time daydreaming about how the two similar insects' daily lives must be like - always buzzing around and defending its home and honey from invaders.
(What lucky creatures,) he thought bitterly. (They don't have to sit in a school and learn meaningless things. They get to experience life for themselves!) He sighed and left the bumblebee alone as his eyes returned to the board to copy the next diagram, his mind focused on the task at hand but his heart still with the worker bee, collecting pollen to satisfy the queen bee's urgings.
Well into the class, however, he realized with alarm that he could smell smoke. He leapt to his feet just as the others started to shout fearfully, and he followed Mana into the kitchen to see a familiar redhead waving at the smoke billowing from the frying pan. Something charred and rather grotesque looking sat in the pan, and after it was disposed of properly and the smell was beginning to be aired out, Aria sheepishly explained that it was a failed attempt at cooking.
"I'm sorry I interrupted class," she apologized. "I was trying to fry something, and, well . . ."
"It's alright." Mana patted her daughter's head caringly, giving her a smile to show she was forgiven. "Just be careful next time, okay? And if you need any help, you can always ask someone to join you in the kitchen!"
After nodding awkwardly, Aria watched them all in embarrassment as they exited the kitchen to return to their classwork - everyone except Orland. His expression was blank, but he was eyeing the pan intently as she started to scrub the burnt bits off of it in the sink. A bit of time passed as silence engulfed the right wing of the school once more. The cloth was frothing with bubbles, momentarily reminding him of a Wooly before Aria washed the soap off of it and the pan. It was only when she put the pan up and turned around that she seemed to notice he was still there, jumping as if not expecting him to be behind her (he found it strange that she didn't notice his presence, but pinned it on her being human).
"Oh!" She rubbed the back of her head, looking rather flustered and annoyed to have been surprised. "Um, what is it, Orland?"
"What were you cooking?" It was a simple question he only wanted the answer to, so it puzzled him when her face turned an interesting shade of red. (Is it another human thing?)
"Ah, well, I was trying to cook a mackerel, but . . ." She took a quick glance in the trash bin and grimaced. "I don't know what I made."
"It looked like a brick of soot," he offered, further puzzled at her red face glowing a darker shade. Ignoring it for the time being, he pursed his lips in deep thought before finally mentioning casually, just to see her reaction, "I like fried mackerel."
She nodded, her mouth imitating his as she blinked curiously. "Yeah . . . I know." She moved a lock of hair behind her ears before her hands clasped together in front of her. She looked rather interested in the thoughtful expression on his face, and he quickly exchanged it for his indifferent mask and shrugged.
"Just thought you might have forgotten . . . being a human."
He then turned on his heels and strode elegantly out of the kitchen, but his ears were well tuned to pick up her mumbling to herself, "Now, to try this again . . ." Finding her determination admirable, he then put his attention to the new diagram on the board as he took his seat and easily caught up to the rest of the class. He wasn't challenged by this class at all, and he could hardly wait for Barrett's lessons on forging weapons and armor.
As he took more notes, his gaze drifted momentarily to the window once more, catching sight of a bumblebee taking one last dip in the flower before sluggishly lifting off and heading towards another, determined to please its queen.
(Determination . . . What an admirable trait.)