12th Ashan, 722
The Institute of Innovation.
There was something about the Institute which was of extreme significance to Faith. Of course, at least partly that was because she had founded it and had been the first Chancellor here. But it was more than that, it was what the Institute stood for, what it represented. No more strict lines of difference between academic and vocational, no more working in small and individual clusters but instead, working together for the same shared goal. It was exactly how learning should be, to her mind, and Faith was more proud of this place than she could easily express.
When she'd made the appointment here, Faith had done so knowing that she needed to bring information with her. So, she had done just that. In her hands were two folders, one for her and one for the Chancellor, Griffith Clark. When she was called in, she stood and went through into his office, which had once been her office. Faith didn't mind that, she had no sense of regret about the choices she had made and she was glad that the Institute continued without her - that was right and as it should be.
"Good trial, Chancellor Clark, thank you for seeing me. I'm.." she got no further than that, he stood and offered a hand.
"Faith Augustin! I know who you are, and I'm delighted to see you!" He was, Faith considered, at least a very enthusiastic person. "Please, come in and sit down. Now, can I get you a drink?"
"Thank you, no," Faith shook her head and looked at him with a slight smile. He seemed, she thought, a little starstruck.
"I'm delighted to meet you. I've heard about you, of course, but I feel like I know you a little! Your record keeping is excellent," he gestured around the room and Faith smiled. Organisation, that she could do.
"I'm grateful to you for seeing me," she said softly. "I was wondering if I might take some of your time? I have an idea, a new project which I'm going to undertake. I have a meeting with Ilaren in a few trials and, when I go, I want to be clear that I've spoken to you about it."
He looked at her and gave her a charming - and quite disarming - grin. "I'd be delighted to hear it," he said cheerily. "Tell me what's on your mind."
Faith handed him the folder with his information and then she breathed in. Looking down at the folder she held in her hands, she regarded those hands for just a moment. No longer what they once had been, these hands could do so much more than simply hold emotions. Now, they could affect change and so, she lifted her gaze from her hands and she began to speak.
There was something about the Institute which was of extreme significance to Faith. Of course, at least partly that was because she had founded it and had been the first Chancellor here. But it was more than that, it was what the Institute stood for, what it represented. No more strict lines of difference between academic and vocational, no more working in small and individual clusters but instead, working together for the same shared goal. It was exactly how learning should be, to her mind, and Faith was more proud of this place than she could easily express.
When she'd made the appointment here, Faith had done so knowing that she needed to bring information with her. So, she had done just that. In her hands were two folders, one for her and one for the Chancellor, Griffith Clark. When she was called in, she stood and went through into his office, which had once been her office. Faith didn't mind that, she had no sense of regret about the choices she had made and she was glad that the Institute continued without her - that was right and as it should be.
"Good trial, Chancellor Clark, thank you for seeing me. I'm.." she got no further than that, he stood and offered a hand.
"Faith Augustin! I know who you are, and I'm delighted to see you!" He was, Faith considered, at least a very enthusiastic person. "Please, come in and sit down. Now, can I get you a drink?"
"Thank you, no," Faith shook her head and looked at him with a slight smile. He seemed, she thought, a little starstruck.
"I'm delighted to meet you. I've heard about you, of course, but I feel like I know you a little! Your record keeping is excellent," he gestured around the room and Faith smiled. Organisation, that she could do.
"I'm grateful to you for seeing me," she said softly. "I was wondering if I might take some of your time? I have an idea, a new project which I'm going to undertake. I have a meeting with Ilaren in a few trials and, when I go, I want to be clear that I've spoken to you about it."
He looked at her and gave her a charming - and quite disarming - grin. "I'd be delighted to hear it," he said cheerily. "Tell me what's on your mind."
Faith handed him the folder with his information and then she breathed in. Looking down at the folder she held in her hands, she regarded those hands for just a moment. No longer what they once had been, these hands could do so much more than simply hold emotions. Now, they could affect change and so, she lifted her gaze from her hands and she began to speak.


