Monday morning came with gloomy weather that caused students to groan when looking outside. Cold rain soaked the academy grounds, turning training spots into mud and making outdoor lessons unpleasant.
The morning chaos in the first-year dormitories was especially intense.
"Has anyone seen my cultivation manual?" Patrica was rummaging wildly through her room, scattering books and papers everywhere. Her roommate, Emma, a quiet girl, observed with slight concern from her bed.
"You had it last night during study group," Emma offered.
"I know I had it last night! The question is where did I put it after study group?" Patricia checked under her bed for the third time. "Professor Ashcroft is giving a quiz today on essence flow patterns and I can't find my notes or the manual and I'm going to fail and—"
"It's on your desk. Under the essay you were writing."
Patricia hurried to her desk and located the manual exactly as Emma described. "Oh, thank the ancestors. You're a lifesaver."
