Fitz had expected the diplomat school building to be a clone of the guardian school building, maybe with different decorations. But everything about the place had an entirely different vibe.
Every single room, whether classroom or cafeteria or dormitory, had an indoors/outdoors flow with part of the space being a paved garden area and part being an open-air room with plants growing everywhere.
Cool breezes blew down every hallway, and the warmth of the sun was always just half a step out from under this awning or that greenery-festooned trellis.
There was no one central entrance hallway, but large domed atriums marked key points throughout the school. Larger trees grew pillar-like under those domes, their branches entwining overhead. Those tree limbs muffled the sounds of cadets passing
