A Traveler's Guide to Hyrule; Thursday, First Period [10/28].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

"Good morning, my intrepid travelers of the vast exploration of the mind and Hylian history!" Sidon, clearly, was in fine form that morning as he came into the classroom for today's lesson, where a very rough sketch of some sort of stick figure but with wings instead of arms and maybe a beak on its face, but it was rather hard to tell, was already waiting demonstrably on the board. "I hope you're ready to explore one of Hyrule's wide and varied races, because today, we're traveling to the northwest, to just below the snowy, icy Hebra mountains, into the Tabantha Frontier, which we will discover is hope to the fine and feathered Rito!

( Fly away with me... )

"Now," Sidon's voice went a little more serious for a moment, "I know that is not the most uplifting note to end on, but it is, alas, a harsh reality of the state of Hyrule today, one that any potential traveler should be quite aware of. The influence of Calamity Ganon is everywhere, sometimes in small reminders, and sometimes, in the case of the Rito, in large, looming, and inescapable ones. But I do not wish to have us end on such a somber reminder. For today, using the wonderful technology afforded to us in this world, I was able to visit the Rito and record for you some of their marvelous songs! And so today, we will listen to some of them, and discuss, and I'd like, if you feel comfortable, to share with us all your own songs, should you have them, or at least share with us any sort of musical tradition you may have in your own cultures. That sounds much better than such a focus on looming doom and gloom, now, doesn't it?"

Bardic Inspiration 2: the Bardening, Thursday, Period 2

[ohvalleyofpenis]

Jaskier was not a delicate flower today. Well, not literally. Cara seemed almost disappointed.

"Well, things have returned to normal for me!" Jaskier said even if he was still a little twitchy about it. "Which means no movie day here."

Oh god, he had the lute again.

He was much more pleasant to be around when he didn't have opposable thumbs. "Instead we're going to talk money," Cara said before he could burst into song or something. "And how much you won't make as a bard.'"

"Cruelly put, but honest," Jaskier admitted. "The life of a musician is a hard one without a patron or savings to fall back upon. So, let us take this as a chance to give you forewarning on the subject matter."

"Otherwise you may be forced to eat your lute." Odd how Cara could make that sound like a threat.

"...that is a possibility," Jaskier said slowly. "But instead, let's discuss ways to keep your musical dream alive... on a budget."

Spoiler, many of these ways involved work in the service industry.

World Mythology, Thursday, Period 3

[atreideslioness]

"We're going north of our last class," Ghanima announced without preamble as the students arrived, "Past England and its stodgy weather to the madmen of Ireland.  If you need a good story, there's no better land for myth than Éire."

( Cut for the random academic babblings regarding sources, that quite possibly only Ghani cares about. )

"Looking over the two handouts of the story, I'd like you to pair up and discuss why this particular story is usually classified as myth by scholars, and if you see any parallels to other myths we've studied.  Begin."


[OOC: The OCD has landed, and is not a swan.]