Regin's point of view
Scene: The Choosing Ceremony, at the beginning of the Novice.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save for Regin's imaginary thoughts.
The Guildhall – he was finally here. It was lit by globe lights and full of structures looking so small and fragile they'd probably been 'helped along' by magic. Regin tried to hide his awe and curiosity towards his fellow students to-be.
He had heard rumours of a slum girl joining the Guild this year, and that, furthermore, she had a guardian – Lord Rothen. Was that his name? His mother found it completely outrageous, but his father was more tolerant. He snorted. A slum girl – a dwell – was going to join his class, humiliate the Guild he was about to join – and she'd have a guardian. He smiled mischievously. Lord Garrel, who had connections to his family, had already agreed to take him on.
And then he saw her: the dwell. She was wearing a laughably plain dress and standing by a magician in purple robes. That must be her guardian, he thought.
Her eyes strayed towards him and found his eyes. He let his lips curl into a smile. As she started smiling back, hope rising in her eyes, he turned his friendly smile to a sneer, and she turned away, radiating annoyance. His sneer stayed. She wouldn't humiliate him. She wouldn't just come here and steal the place of the Houses.
It wouldn't happen, as his mother said.
Suddenly, a magician called, and the novices had to go and stand in a row. Keeping his back straight, Regin took a space and saw to his glee that the dwell had taken the place at the far end of the line. She knew her place.
I know this was pretty short and everything, but I might add a bit onto it later (if I get some reviews on possible things I could do to make it better?)