Ah, glorious Honeyfall. The pinnacle of pre-fraternity life.
No burnouts, no geeds. This is... THE WORLD OF EDUCATION.
HONEYFALL GYMNASIKKOU has been your home for two laps now, an environment curated by multiple mentally and physically grueling entrance exams, congregating some of the brightest minds and most chiseled abs of each communally-raised generation. It's in gynmnasikkou that a young satyr begins to hone in on the specialties that will hopefully come to define his life, and the deeply complex tapestry of cohort-wide education, specialized curriculum, and frolicking youthful camaraderie is one of the most truly incredible innovations of your species.
Adolescence can be a tumultuous time for even the sturdiest steed, as you well know, but you and your classmates are so blessed to be able to spend yours here. It's enough to make a man misty-eyed...
Anyway. Speaking of your stupid classmates, it looks like whoever was knocking has already turned tail. Probably just another JUVENILE PRANK. They've been a tad upset with you ever since you went over budget on the BOOZEHAUL for this semester's LUNAR STEPUP. Nothing but the best for your cohort, even if they don't want it, even if they don't appreciate the taste, even if they say "But Swiss, you never even drink at these anymore! What does it matter to you?" Tsk, tsk, it's YOUR chapter. Why in a million laps would you ever permit consumption of anything but the very best?
They'll take it all back and apologize when they see how much FUN they're having.
They'd better.
Fillistines.
Now you're left to wonder what they're all getting up to. You should be able to get a clear angle on the council's meeting from here.
