The delicate young leaf in Bastien's hand glistened as globules of oil slowly seeped out of its minuscule fibres. Satisfied with what he saw, Bastien slowly collected the oleturgically extracted persimmon leaf oil into a small empty glass vial. A fine addition to his collection, he thought.
Not having made any friends since his arrival to Starlight Academy, Bastien had been spending his time collecting oil and salt samples from trees and rocks around the campus for his studies. Although to him, his studies probably meant to him more as a passionate yet guilt-driven duty, one he has been carrying ever since the passing of his elder sister Qarijja. The thought snaps him back into focus, stinging him bitterly. He corked and sheathed the vial back into his waist pouch, and decided to take a stroll around the courtyard to clear his mind.
As Bastien was walking along the branching stone pathways he spotted a young man dressed in black, fiddling with a palm-sized stone, staring mindlessly at the ground. Having the desire to get to know people and nothing else to do in particular, Bastien decided to approach the young man.
"Are you new here, too?"
@RoguChuv
Not having made any friends since his arrival to Starlight Academy, Bastien had been spending his time collecting oil and salt samples from trees and rocks around the campus for his studies. Although to him, his studies probably meant to him more as a passionate yet guilt-driven duty, one he has been carrying ever since the passing of his elder sister Qarijja. The thought snaps him back into focus, stinging him bitterly. He corked and sheathed the vial back into his waist pouch, and decided to take a stroll around the courtyard to clear his mind.
As Bastien was walking along the branching stone pathways he spotted a young man dressed in black, fiddling with a palm-sized stone, staring mindlessly at the ground. Having the desire to get to know people and nothing else to do in particular, Bastien decided to approach the young man.
"Are you new here, too?"
@RoguChuv