Days slipped past swiftly. Eleanor had only a single week to catch up with all her theoretical classes before the practical training began. After that, she would have to prepare for the journey to Vanaheim, where her awakening awaited.
Yet Eleanor did not fear. She was closing the gap, slowly but surely. She would have been on par with her peers already, had she not insisted on working through every reference book recommended by the professors. In her hunger for knowledge, she pushed both body and mind to the limit, determined to absorb all the academy had to offer in the short time granted to her.
By day, she attended her mandatory courses, each held on alternating days. Ophelia proved an unexpected ally, lending her the meticulous notes Eleanor had missed. It was not in Ophelia's nature to take notes for herself, let alone for another… but she had done so all the same. Eleanor was quietly grateful.
