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.

The classroom in question is actually in use already, and she's not permitted inside unless she's paying for the class. It lets out in forty five minutes.

She will sit down cross-legged with her back to the wall in the hallway outside and snatch what sleep she can.

Eventually her class is allowed in! There's six people in the class and they all seem pretty exuberant people in it, aqshy's nature making itself known. Apparently casting spells relies mostly on constructing the correct shape and mental state, though you can cheat and shortcut by using material components and hand gestures to 'lock down' certain portions of the spell. There's a fair bit of notation and structure to learn about even the simplest aqshy spell, Fireball, but Liath finds herself grasping it instinctively, and even getting bored by the time class finishes.

Cantrips class is similar, except the magic is even simpler and she could probably actually cast, say, Move, going by the practical exercises earlier, without any real risk.

She has a decent idea of just how volatile handling aqshy can be now; she doesn't take the risk. She's glad she has some lighter classes in her schedule after Basic Sword and Control Exercises.

She checks her schedule. Is this her supper break now?

Basic Tactics and Finance & Planning for Novice Adventurers are still to come, then a late dinner break, then another round of Control Exercises.

So she doesn't eat dinner till eight or so. Alright, she's a queen, she can manage. 

Basic Tactics seems like it ought to be an easy class, and Finance and Planning she has some background on. She can make it to dinner. And then another round of Control Exercises. Ugh. At least she'll be fresh(ish) after supper.

Basic Tactics isn't too hard! But the paradigm of Skills and magical arms and armor lead to a very different fighting style than anything involving automatic weapons and artillery. It's all new information.

(Though guns do seem to exist here, machine guns don't. And magical armor means they're not as oppressive a weapon as back home anyway.)

Finance and Planning is... Fairly easy actually, it goes over what kinds of expenses and revenue most adventurers can expect. The Guild charges pretty steep fees on all dungeon-diving. There are graphs of average delving depth and time return on investment versus risk of injury and death. It also only lasts two weeks, meeting just twice a week.

She takes note in her mental journal of where "artillery mage" seems to fit in the current scheme.

Finance and Planning bores her. But if she's only going to be subjected to four classes of this she can deal with it. It does give her a little more information on how adventuring careers work, and that's worth paying for. 

She goes to supper, stuffs her face (in a ladylike fashion), and shows up to Control Exercises psyched up and as ready as she's going to be this late in the day. She's going to need to use this when she's fatigued. Roll with it.

There's a note scrawled on paper and stuck to the door.

Do not enter - Laughing Flames inside. Class cancelled. Go to room 401 to meet M. Doubach for reschedule. Full refunds + 4c refundable to all studen accounts.

She exhales. 

Alright, let's do that then. And get her refund, she is not made of money.

M. Doubach is another Bright professor. She's apologetic, but well, these things do happen and they don't have an infinite number of warded practice rooms. The refund goes straight to her student account and after she glances over her schedule says that there isn't really any room in it to reschedule and it may be best to simply call today's session a wash.

She nods, tiredly. "Alright, thank you. I'll go put the time to use, in any case."

Let's see if she can track down Ancilla while she has some spare time. Control Exercises is a nice long block to go looking in.

With enough asking around she can hear things about this person!

"Ancilla Whitetail? She spends a lot of time on hobby clubs and student associations and fundraisers for charity, especially the Architecture Club."

"She's so great! She sponsored our historical society, you know, we're working to reconstruct artifacts from the 2nd Missilid War and rediscover lost cultural context and..."

"The Rabbit Princess? Just another rich kid living it up in college in my opinion. Has her own townhouse just a few blocks away and everything."

"Oh, Ancilla? I know her actually. But lots of people want to talk to her, so she has to pick somehow. She picks interesting people. Are you interesting?"

"Juat a spoilt rich kid learning to throw fireballs for a living," she deadpans. "There are probably ten of me in this university. Probably less when you only count the ones doing twelve hour class days."

The girl who says she knows Ancilla chuckles and taps her chin thoughtfully. "I'll pass it on. You'll get what you want one way or another if aqshy's any pattern, though. Maybe join the architecture club." And with a dismissive wave, she walks off.

Ugh.

She positively simmers at that dismissive wave. 

But if the Architecture Club is a good lead it's probably worth it. 

But when does it meet? 

She can look that up later; right now she has... Dungeon Jargon. Alright.

Dungeon Jargon is actually a single-meeting-only class. She has it once, and never again.

The common layout of a dungeon diving party is thus- Monster types can generally be divided into spacing/rushdown/projectile/grappler, in terms of how they attack. The general threat rankings go from E to A, then S, SS, and SSR. But most people will never see anything even so high as A rank. Dungeons somehow maintain certain levels of the Winds of Magic within them, but not infinite amounts - this is its level of "juice". 'Baiting the dungeon' is basically anything that makes the fights seem too easy, or acting too confident. It's generally considered a bad idea. Watch out for mimics!

So efficient casting matters as well. Got it. 

After that, she's free. And it's late. What's the time her last class lets out again?

9:30 PM.