I met my roommate this morning. If one could call it that. He expressed some regret about not seeing me last night. It seems that the male acolytes partook of the hot springs and bonded somewhat while I was working. Mister Lamperos mentioned that a number of them were under the assumption that I was staying in the women’s dormitory and were surprised upon learning that the two of us were sharing a room. Were I not so upset I might be flattered. It would seem that my appearance will be somewhat of a sticking point with my peers here after all. I do not understand why these things matter so much to people. I have never had any issues at Saptagiri.
We were stopped by three young women who were seeking Mister Lamperos. For what business I could not say, for I went ahead without him. It is a pity. I was hoping that Mister Lamperos and I could become better acquainted over breakfast. So long as we are sharing a room, it would be prudent to establish some sort of rapport. That aside, Mister Lamperos does not seem outwardly disturbed by my presence, and Bishop De Borel did advise us to collaborate. Perhaps another time.
Perhaps it is for the best. I will only need the support of others once I have something substantive to proofread anyhow. If I am to have my assignment completed by Arsday, I will need to spend the next couple of days analyzing the text and refining my translation. After breakfast, I acquainted myself with the campus. I discovered the chapel, the library, the courtyard, and a few other locales of interest. I also took time to steal myself away to the hot springs whilst nobody was there. It is so very refreshing, but I cannot bring myself to face the others in such a state. It would only make me more self conscious.
I then spent much of the rest of today making some headway into my translation. I took a break for dinner, but otherwise have confined myself to my room. Mister Lamperos has not returned, to my knowledge. I have made attempts not to consider where it is that he might be staying overnight if not in his bed, but the curiosity has struck me in my idle moments. Perhaps he is sleeplessly working somewhere else? I shall speculate no further.