She will absolutely take the reduced-price cheap-edition battle-dress. It's adventurer chic. 

"I guess that price is acceptable," she says. And she hands over almost all her spending money.

Karst shows a small measure of triumph as they fold up the garment and present it to her in a fancy paper bag.

"You'll look great like that, you'll be dungeon-diving in no time I'm sure!"

"Thank you! I really appreciate the help haggling. I should go change into this!"

"Well, don't let me keep you! I'm getting groceries - see you back at the dorm?"

"See you back at the dorm!"

And she retraces her steps back to her dorm room. 

The dress is gorgeous; she tries it on and smiles deeply. Worth every penny. 

Now, to find where her classes will start tomorrow. She can hardly be late on her first day.

The campus contains many places with strange names, and now she knows how to find a good portion of them.

She checks against the written class schedule her advisor gave her and visits each room and building and training ground in turn. 

There's still some time in the day...

She'll practice the focussing and gathering exercise a little more in her dorm room - that much she knows is safe. For aqshy, ghur and ulgu. Then supper in the dining hall, and then to sleep. She'll be needing plenty of sleep in the days to come.

There isn't really much ghur or aqshy ambient in her dorm room. Just tiny trickles, compared to what was brought forth in that stone room. Though the stovetop fire in the common room is a nice warm source of aqshy. Ulgu is in slightly greater provenance. The dining hall is nice enough but not exactly upscale or fancy - she can meet and greet some more people! None of them are especially interesting, but she makes a good impression.

The new day dawns with a rush of ulgu, seeming to writhe in excitement as the sun peeks over the city.

What and when is her first class?

The Winds of Magic (Theory) from 8:00 to 10:00. Then Basic Sword - Liscorian Army Style from 10:15 to 11:30. Then Supervised Control Exercises (Bright) from 1:00 to 3:45. There's also Spellcasting Theory (Bright), Spellcasting Theory (Sorcery - Cantrips), Basic Tactics, Finance & Planning for Novice Adventurers, another Supervised Control Exercises in the evening, and 'Dungeon Jargon - Know your tanks from your DPS!'.

Well then, best get to it. She turns up for her theory class in her battledress, the leather panels folded away.

It's a fairly small class, maybe thirty people. About a fifth of them are dressed as nicely as her. The professor is a cat-woman.

The class explains the general tendencies and characteristics of the eight most common Winds of Magic, and how they can influence and mutate reality, with examples.

One thing stressed by the class: Do NOT attempt to wield multiple Winds at once. If you have to ask if you're skilled enough to do it, the answer is no. Multiple Winds mixing too closely creates dhar. Doing that within your own body causes all sorts of nasty maladies, ranging from limb necrosis to paranoid delusions. Dhar is seriously bad news. In fact, it's illegal to deliberately create or use. Accidents happen, so you need to take appropriate precautions and only cast when you're clearheaded enough to do so. As for actually studying or making use of it, repeat, DO NOT.

Yeah, she's pretty sure she can get by without limb necrosis and paranoid delusions in her life. She thanks her lucky stars she didn't pull in much but ulgu yesterday.

And... ah, so the fact that ulgu is attracted to boundaries is why it's so strong in the morning at sunrise. Interesting. 

She hurries out to get to her basic sword class. No time to cultivate contacts now.

Basic Sword is full of weedy teens and academic-looking people. They're going to use wooden practice swords, with a focus on stance and footwork. It becomes clear that this is a relatively 'easy' version of the class where the instructor doesn't push less-physically-fit people as hard.

She's insulted, but also thankful. She doesn't know which end of a sword is which and she's not in great shape physically if she's honest. There's only so much she can bull through with willpower, and she's already pushing twelve hour days. 

She trains with the weedy teens and doesn't complain.

After the groaning teens split apart to shower and get ready for the rest of their day, she has a chance for lunch and networking.

She's fatigued too, but at least has the consolation of having felt her stance and footwork and strikes come easier twice in a row. She's been watching the other students, and only a few have advanced as fast as her. It only seems right that she should be skilled at this as well. 

She eats in the dining hall. She doesn't feel like making conversation; she's starving, having had no breakfast and then learnt a physical skill atop that. 

There is lots of filling, reasonably tasty food, conveniently close to campus, in whichever dining hall she picks. The portions are not infinite, however.

The place gets quite loud during busy lunchtimes with everyone chattering and it all turning into an echo chamber in the fairly cavernous room. Her table is shared by a group of friends arguing over who of two people is hotter, and some sort of short green-skinned person wearing grease-covered overalls. There is some sort of altercation over by the drinks station.

She stays out of it. She has a headache and while the food is acceptable it's hardly the gourmet cooking she's grown used to since her ascension. Everything reminds her of how far she's fallen and it grates. 

She leaves as soon as she's finished eating and goes to Control Exercises early. 

Control Exercises is in a stone room similar to the one she did the aptitude test in. There are scorch marks everywhere.

"Oh, hello there!" Says a veritable fountain of aqshy, a man with hair like cinders.

"Hello! I'm here for Control Exercises, my first class so I thought I'd better get here ahead of time. Seems like there's a certain amount of excitement to be had here, hm?" She inclines her head towards the scorchmarks.

"Oh yes, oh yes! Aqshy is quite rambunctious, you have to be right on top of it. It's like carrying a lit torch through a maze made of kerosene soaked firewood sometimes! These are actually one on one, you know, it's the only real way to teach sorcery without someone exploding or turning an arm to mist or summoning a rotwyrm or something, and even then, well, look at my hair! Devilishly tricky business it is. Except for Hysh choirs, but we're not a pair of pansy Lights, are we, hm?"

He has wandered over to the door and pokes it. Some words appear on a small chalkboard with a faint tingling.

"Says here you're completely new to this, tactile metaphor, no theory yet. Okay, so today it'll be sensory acuity and basic gathering and shifting. Start early, finish early, sound alright?"

"Sounds fine to me. I'll try my best not to explode."

"Ser gut. Now don't try to imitate this, I'm just setting up a source for you-" With a weird multidimensional twist she can feel in her windsight, he bundles up quite a density of aqshy, somehow - crosses it over itself several times, bends it just so in a direction that doesn't exist, and then ties the whole thing off. Now there's a faceted pyramid within a sphere in hot sand on her skin. It's remarkably self contained, slowly leaking a steady amount of the Wind in question in the form of a sourceless candle flame hovering above the floor in front of her.

"The first principle is the breath. Don't try to influence it, just observe how your breathing affects it..."

She is mentally exhausted by the end of the session, but gained a level in Windsight and aqshy manipulation.

She is quietly smug about that.

She has an hour before her next class, now. She hauls herself over to where it will be held, finds a comfortable-ish seat, sets her internal timer, and nods off for a half hour. She's had to learn to sleep when she can get it, and now seems like a good time. She'll be woken by the traffic rush of the class change anyway even if she's lost her habit of half hour naps from too many fat years.