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For Ritchie, everything was happening too fast. She wished they could"ve been given more than a fraction of an hour to settle in after arriving at the dormitories. She had barely had time to unpack after Hansen’s speech to the undecideds, let alone explore the world of Braga that was everywhere beckoning to her. To wander aimlessly through the kilometers of hedge mazes, to follow every scent to its original fruit or flower, to just bask in the warmth and the deliciousness of the ever-present soft breeze. Why couldn"t they have gotten a day or even just an afternoon to adjust a little? But they had been hustled off to a whirlwind tour of the guardian school, whipping through room after room with barely a moment to soak any of it in. She had seen classrooms with interesting bits displayed