She comes and gets her. She's surprisingly delicate and precise, a little artful in the way she trails her nails down Jeanne's skin. Then she really engages, and gets to enjoy Jeanne's voice hitting a different note. 

Liath is attentive, and makes sure Jeanne gets to climax in exchange for her suffering. Personally, she's satisfied just with the ability to vent all her frustrations. She takes an orgasm if offered, though. 

Afterwards, she smiles, kisses Jeanne's brow, thanks her for the lovely encounter. And then she's off, feeling much better. She thinks she'll check out the Architecture club again.

Architecture club is open to her. The fellow architecture clubpeople are somewhat less open and friendly than before.

Predictable. But she'll persevere. She has the manners and the raw charisma, and she's got her unique architectural style as an in. Worth some recreational messing-around at least. 

Some people express interest and ask questions but nobody offers to sculpt or commission for her.

She maintains her polite façade but she can tell that Ancilla's already set the temperature of the room. 

It's annoying as hell. She finds herself tapping her foot - at which point she excuses herself. 

The day's over by then; she goes back to bed. 

Tomorrow, more classes, more time with the social club. She's still a lot less wound up than she was before. Jeanne was nice. 

Her control exercises teacher thinks she's ready to try Aqshy's Aegis again, if she feels ready.

She feels ready. She still wants to grab for as much of her birthright as she can.

This time, she holds the strands steady as she forms them one by one. First on one side, then another, then a third, then back to the first side. Balanced so they reinforce each other as the spell builds, and once complete, drawing a swell of aqshy into the center, that lenses out and-

A wall of semi-transparent flickering orange appears above her. The edges are wobbly and mirage-like, and it's a constant drain on focus and aqshy to sustain, but this is the form of the shield spell.

Excellent.

Back to work. And... she'd like to check out the history club after classes today.

The history club, fittingly enough, mostly consists of a small library. There is tea and snacks and people quietly reading. One of them asks if she's new.

She is new, yes. Not just to the club, but to history. She's never really studied it. What's their favorite subjects?

Their favorite subjects in... All of history? Well, this one studies the history of Demacia, including its downfall to the 15th Demon Lord (at least, the 15th since the fall of the Dwarves). This one studies maritime warfare and ship design. This one is trying to make the oral history of Mousefolk reconcile with the more well-established records of Human and Drake polities.

She'll listen more about the fall of Demacia.

The way their society was set up, obsessed with purity and discipline and purpose, made it remarkably well suited for fighting against a Demon Lord that would attack directly with overwhelming force. However, the Demon Lord found another way, twisting and corrupting the minds of high-level Demacian leaders, letting their growing paranoia and obsessions ruin the Demacian war effort and eventually cost the trust of their people. Reinforcements were directed straight into traps. Fortress-cities were cut off from communication and hope, and became irrelevant even if they held out.

Cunning. Something to learn from, there. What did the Hero try to do in response, or do they know?

The Hero at the time was off adventuring somewhere else, attempting to create a now-legendary artifact called the Dawnstone. Using the Dawnstone, they eventually killed the Demon Lord, but only after almost 2 more years of war. Demacia, among other places, was almost completely destroyed. Records, material, and people. Not least of which because most Demacians fought to the last to resist the Demon Lord. It ceased to exist as a polity and is only loosely a cultural identity. Tragic, really.

Indeed. And what happened to the Dawnstone?

Used as a trophy/weapon/badge of office by various people, eventualy vanishes from history, possibly while in the possession of an awakened golem pirate, or possibly after being stolen by a dragon, or maybe something else. It's REALLY not clear. The historical record is lamentably incomplete.

Shame. Any more recent history they'd like to talk about?

These guys are pretty much all students of the old stuff, though one of them knows about the history of Liscor-the-city? It's been around for a while! At least two demon lords! Granted, the city got razed to the ground both times, but the army came and built it again later.

She'd like to hear about Liscor's history! The more modern the better, but she'll take what she can get.

She can hear ALL ABOUT the ancient era where Drakes ruled the whole region and Liscor was the gateway city against invasion. Then there was the Ant Wars, and the 31st (recorded) Demon Lord, and the discovery of three ancient dungeons underneath Liscor, and the exodus of the Gnolls, and the growing acceptance of humans in Liscor, even if they're still uncommon in drakelands to the south.

Wonderful! She'll listen along and thank her interlocutor afterwards. And then she'll amble out. 

Is she up to the political debate club right now? She doesn't think so. To sleep.

The next week of classes goes smoothly for her. With the delay on learning her last spell and slower pace, she doesn't learn a new one this week. Though she continues to learn more about the theory of the Winds of Magic, including the more metaphorical associations for each and general descriptions of some of each Wind's common spells.

She has a letter pushed through her dorm room's mail slot on Friday.

To Miss Liath (Bright)-

This notice has been sent to you due to a combination of high-percentile scoring in Liscor Academy and recommendations from one or more teachers. You are invited to an interview with a view towards possible recruitment at the Wall Club Adventurer's Association. Our goal at the Wall Club is to gather the most talented and skilled young people and form highly effective dungeon-diving and mercenary teams. If you are interested, simply present this letter at the door.

Signed, Quern the Unbroken, Leader

There is an address at the bottom.

Oh excellent.

She asks after the Wall Club at the clubs department after class that day.