A Student's Dream (Twisted Cogs Book 1) (36 page)

“
You know, if you went back inside you’d be able to stop shivering.” Niccolo paced back and forth in front of the bench that Elena occupied, hands in his pockets.

“
If going back inside is such a great idea, why aren’t you doing it?” Elena said.

“
Because...” Niccolo trailed off, glancing up at the door which Master De Luca, Bea, and Pietro had left through an hour ago, “...because I want to know as soon as humanly possible. And I know that’s why you’re here too. Just because I can give advice doesn’t mean I can take it,” he sighed.

“
You know that all you fragile humans could have us Echoes wait for the news and come tell you, right?” Ele said, sprawling out on the freezing courtyard tile with his hands behind his back. “It would only add a few seconds to your wait, and you wouldn’t have to suffer the cold.”

“
I can’t wait for a few extra seconds,” Elena mumbled, “I feel like I can barely wait as it is. I have to know as soon as I can.”

“
Niccolo, stop pacing,” Nicci said soothingly. “You’ll get in, you know you will, and your friends will too.”

“
We won’t though,” Niccolo barked a humorless laugh, his pacing unabated, “that’s the thing, isn’t it? Four slots. Me, Elena, Vittoria, Carlo, Frederica, that’s five people. We won’t all get in,
infernum mea selecto
and I don’t even know who to hope for any more. I almost hope I
don’t
get in if it means taking a slot from one of you.”

“
Don’t say things like that.” Vittoria sat on the other end of the bench, staring at her hands and not looking up as she spoke. “This isn’t going to change anything between the five of us, Niccolo, you have to understand that. None of us are going to blame you if you get through and we don’t. Frederica will be just as annoyed by you either way, I’m still your friend no matter what, Carlo will keep being Carlo-”

“
What’s that supposed to mean?” Carla snapped.

“
-and Elena will still blush at the mention of your name,” Vittoria finished.

“
I do not-” Elena began, before realizing that she was blushing. Ele chuckled from his spot on the ground, and even Niccolo flashed her a nervous half-smile. For the fifth time since De Luca had departed, Elena realized that her knee was bouncing nervously. “Who...who do you think he’ll pick?”

“
I like Niccolo’s odds,” Vittoria said, “from what I’ve heard De Luca keeps one dedicated fighter around the studio all the time, it helps him keep his top spot in the inter-studio fights.”

“
Lorenzo is probably a shoe-in, has been since the beginning,” Niccolo glanced at the door to the workshop, “no way De Luca gives up a Machinator.”

“
Can we please talk about something else?” Vi interrupted. Of the Echoes, she was the only one who stood, hugging herself and leaning towards Vittoria as if she could rest on her Stormtouched’s shoulder. “Talking about it doesn’t help any of us, and I’d prefer to not have to think about it until it actually happens.”

“
What should we talk about then?” Niccolo asked. As if on cue, the door from the dorms opened and Frederica emerged, alone.

“
Fred and Freja are talking,” she said, “he’s catching her up on things she’ll need to know. Thought I’d come out and hear the news with you all.”

“
Is she going to be alright?” Vittoria asked.

“
She has a hard time in front of her,” Frederica folded her arms and stood, legs apart, glaring at nothing. “Living sculptures live their lives in stasis. Freja was born with a gash, the pain of that gash isn’t going to go away on its own. I’d hoped the Storm would’ve interpreted it as a scar but...” she trailed off.

“
Freja’s going to feel like she’s been cut open forever?” Vi asked, aghast.

“
Not forever. I’ll fix her in the next few days but...it won’t be pleasant.” Frederica said grimly. “I’ll have to cut the sides of the gouge to smooth them, then sand it down.”

“
But...but she’ll feel that.”

“
Yes.”

The group descended into a tense and nervous silence. The morning was so still that when Leanarda began to move towards them from the other side of the courtyard where she had been talking with Mella, Mell, and Leo, it was enough to draw all of their attention. The gathered Stormtouched and their Echoes watched silently as she crossed the distance, her footsteps sounding strangely loud in the quiet courtyard. When she reached them she paused a moment, hesitating and clearly trying to choose the right words.

“
I didn’t break your stuff,” she finally said.

“
What a strangely specific and preemptive denial,” Nicci said, “I don’t know about you all but I’m convinced.”

“
I’m not an idiot. You full garzoni have been shooting glares in my direction for the whole day, the day you find out someone broke all of your things? You think I did it, so I’m telling you I didn’t.”

“
How are we supposed to take that at face value?” Frederica said flatly. “You think tearing others down is a perfectly valid way to lift yourself up.”

“
Destroying a final project is going too far. I wouldn’t do that.”

“
But you
have
done things to tear us down.”

Leanarda looked down at her feet at the accusation, and even with her nerves on edge, Elena felt a spark of anger towards the girl.

“
I didn’t destroy your final projects,” Leanarda said after a long pause.

“
You planted the wine under my pillow, didn’t you?” Elena asked.

“
But I warned you about it!” Leanarda said, “I thought if you had time to get rid of it that no harm would come to you, and you would trust me!”

“
I almost missed it, even with the warning!” Elena rose to her feet, “I came within seconds of being expelled from the studio because of that wineskin!”

“
But you weren’t expelled. You were fine, there was no harm done. I did that so you and I would be closer.”

“
You’ve either ignored me completely or made snide comments about me for almost the entire time we’ve been in De Luca’s studio.”

“
I was hurt!” Leanarda protested. “I was the first one to reach out a hand to you, even though I was scared and nervous, and you ditched me as soon as the full garzoni started hanging out with you. So yes, maybe I was a little mean, a bit snide, but I didn’t want to see you get kicked out of the studio, and I don’t want to see you go now. I still want to be friends, and I’m telling you now so that when we both become full garzoni you won’t think I’m just trying to make up after the fact.”

“
You just admitted that you tried to frame me.”

“
And I explained why. I just...I wanted you to see me as your friend, Elena, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. That’s all I ever wanted with any of you.”

“
Is that why you broke my bird?” Frederica asked suddenly. Leanarda’s face twitched for a split-second before her mask of innocence fell back into place.

“
I just wanted to help Elena-” she began.

“
You wanted to help yourself,” Frederica snarled.

“
Yes, myself, but also my friends!”

“
You have a very warped idea of what friends are supposed to be. And if you think any of us are going to be your friend
if
you become a full garzona, you have a very warped idea of how forgiving Stormtouched are.”

“
That’s not fair! I’m taking the blame for sabotage I didn’t...why are you smiling?”

“
I just realized,” Frederica grinned, “that you have absolutely no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. But you will, if you get in. You’ll learn exactly how painful it can be to be a garzona without backup. Physically painful.”

“
Frederica, stop, Leanarda is right,” Vittoria said quietly. Elena, Frederica, Niccolo and their respective Echoes turned to stare at her in disbelief. “If she becomes a full garzoni, at least some of us are going to have to live with her. If she’s willing to make up now...it can’t hurt to try to get along, can it?”

“
She. Broke. My. Bird.
”
Frederica snarled.

“
Of course she’s willing to make up now!” Niccolo said, “
after
she’s landed her final stroke to boost herself into the studio, at the expense of one of us!”

“
I want to make up because I can’t stand the thought of a year living with people who hate me!” Leanarda exclaimed.

“
Shut up,” Frederica said.

“
Don’t tell me to shut up, I’m honestly making an effort to-”

“
No,” Frederica said, pointing, “
shut up.
”

The garzoni turned. De Luca and Bea were moving slowly across the courtyard, towards the point at which they had demonstrated their final projects. Elena’s skin, already cold from sitting in the courtyard for so long, suddenly felt even colder and prickled with goosebumps. Her legs almost gave way, but Niccolo caught her arm, and they moved along with the others towards De Luca and his Echo.

Master De Luca looked tired, somehow more worn than he had when he’d left. Bea stood quietly at his side, her hands clasped in front of her. The two were silent as the garzoni and Echoes gathered round, and their silence combined with the uneasy quiet of the students to give the courtyard an eerie hush.

“
So many years I’ve had to stand here and make this speech,” De Luca said, looking out at the fountain over his garzoni’s heads. “So many students I’ve had to turn away. I used to hope I could find some way of doing this to make it easier but...there isn’t one. Giving a speech only extends the anticipation, blurting out names is too brutal. I’ve settled on this method as the best, but I realize there’s no-” His voice suddenly broke, and he paused for a moment. “Before I begin, is there anyone who would prefer to hear it in private, whether or not they will be continuing as garzoni?”

Elena couldn’t look around, couldn’t do anything lock her gaze on Master De Luca’s face as his eyes swept over the large group.

“
Very well. The demonstration was in alphabetical order, I shall run in reverse order now. Frederica Vasari...” All attention turned to Frederica. She didn’t tense, or even look worried, but she stood as still as a statue herself, not even blinking. “...your sculptures are beautiful, functional, and true works of art. You will continue your training in my studio.” Elena breathed a sigh of relief. If anyone deserved to continue on it was Frederica, with her love of real art.

“
Leanarda Mocenigo. Your Storm is quite intriguing, and if you can better understand how to use it, I foresee a great future for you. You will continue your training in my studio.”

Two slots gone already, only two left.
The dread was building again, in ever-increasing waves as if every moment of worry in Studio De Luca had been waiting for this moment to raise its head. The very first interview, the failure, the attack on Ele, even the aftermath of Slug all seemed to pale in comparison.

“
Mella Rosso, I don’t think I’ve ever before seen an Artifex with a gift like yours, transferring their art from one medium to another. Your art will be amazing to watch grow, but unfortunately I will not have that honor. I’m afraid there is no room for you in the studio. I’m sorry.”

Mella didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound. She seemed to collapse in on herself, as if she had only been barely holding her chin up before. Without looking to the left or the right she turned and ran for the dorms, head down, her shoulders shaking.

“
Lorenzo Malatesta isn’t here,” De Luca continued, “but his machinations are as fascinating as they are unique. He will continue his training in my studio.”

Even though Elena had been expecting Lorenzo to make it, the words were like a slap in her face. She glanced over at those left to hear, at Niccolo, Carlo, and Vittoria. Of the four of them, there was only room left for one.

“
Elena Lucciano,” De Luca said. Elena’s heart beat so loudly in her ears that she was worried she would miss what he was saying, her hands shook, she forgot how to breath, and time was somehow standing still and all moving too fast at once. “Your Storm is clearly quite powerful, your desire to assist your fellow garzoni admirable, and Bea herself has seen something in you that she finds utterly fascinating.”

I didn’t make it.
With a sudden, terrible clarity, Elena knew, even before De Luca continued speaking.

“
Sadly, I cannot take on a garzona for a role in support. Were I able to open a fifth spot for you I would, but I cannot afford to dedicate one of four places to a Fabera whose work can instead be duplicated by a well-trained craftsmen. I’m sorry Elena, but there is no room for you in the studio.”