Post by Miram Penthesar on Dec 30, 2013 5:01:52 GMT -5
Spending so long trapped in the form of stone, it probably would have been smart to see a physician not too long after the magic itself had worn off. Just in case there was anything wrong with your body after standing in one place for a couple of millennia. Adjusting to the modern world was taking more than enough of Miram's time though, so the idea of seeing the head nurse simply hadn't come up. They were just worried about learning about her, getting her settled in and signed up for classes. There really wasn't an official guardian for Miram either for that matter. She'd still been able to start trying out the facilities on campus, though, and that had led her to at last pay a visit to the nurse's office.
Thankfully Serenus Academy did have some things that were familiar even to a girl from far back in the past. Among them was archery, an important warrior and survival skill amongst the all female community she'd grown up in. After a little bit of nagging and pleading she'd gotten a bow and arrows on loan from the school so that she could try it out again. Though the bow was different than what she remembered, the principles were still the same. After missing a couple times her shots had all been on target. Afterwards she'd gone out for a run around the track and that was where she'd gotten herself hurt. Just kind of a freakish event where her foot twisted in the wrong way and she ended up pitching forward. With nobody else around Miram had managed to limp her way to the main building and into the nurse's office, ankle aching with pain and her opposite leg's knee cut just a little. At some point she'd also jammed her thumb as well, but none of that was as ominious to her as what she'd heard about the head nurse.
Which was very little actually. Mainly that she seemed a little young for her job and that she was Greek. The Greek part stood out to Miram as something instantly familiar and yet filled with potential danger. Of all the peoples she was familiar with the Greeks had been the one group she'd been raised to fear the most. Greeks, she'd been taught, feared girls like her but also had terrible things in mind for those they caught. In a way they were her people's boogeymen, lurking in the shadows just waiting to snatch up girls who misbehaved. And the people who'd turned her into a statue had been Greek as well. Not a good start for sure. Now she was going to meet a Greek woman for the first time, and she was afraid it might prove all the rumors and stories true. Still, these injuries weren't going to heal themselves. So reluctantly she knocked on the door to the nurse's office.
"Uh... M-Ms. Dimitriou? A-are you... are you here?" she asked, voice quieter than usual.
