On the same square as the Red Rose Guild and the Temple of Pan, The Bardic College stood, as it had for many yaren. A small doorway off the street led into a brightly lit antechamber dominated by a dark wooden desk. Behind the desk several doors opened into other parts of the college. The air of the chamber was scented with the fragrance of lavender, and something a bit sweeter, a light citrus smell of sorts. The walls were hung with a variety of tapestries, most depicting bards in various poses, but some showed battles of the past and other glorious events. The sound of the feet of those entering was muffled by the deep pile of the rug throw over the cold flagstone floor.
Sitting behind the desk was small birdlike young man, busily scribbling in a ledger opened before him. Behind the desk the young man looked up from his scratchings, a look of mild surprise on his face. It seemed that he was not expecting visitors, or perhaps he had just been so engrossed in his work that he had forgotten where he was.
"Welcome to the Bardic College of the Citadel. How may I help you?" he asked, but then added quickly, "There are no concerts today."
Soleil walked in the streets of the Citadel for what it seed like hours, but it couldn't be more then half an hour. She asked a few people until she found her first destination in this rocky isle - The School of Bards. She sniffed the air with a small smile, admiring the soft smell of lavender. Her eyes wandered around the room as she brows on the tapestries. The rug, under her feet was soft and worm.
After a few long minutes, the light-brown haired female moved to the desk who was in the center of the room. Her big brown eyes looked at the birdlike man quietly until he noticed her arrival. She considered his words for a moment and then said, in perfect Elven, "Good day, dear sir. Would it be possible for me to join your school to learn a few lessons? I am Soleil, by the way."