Ymiden 39, Arc 720
That trial, it was raining again, Doran noticed and furrowed his brow as he walked over to one of the large windows of his study and opened it in order to let some fresh air in as that helped him think clearly and focus. It was a freezing kind of rain that only made the current situation more unpleasant. It was … in Scalvoris, people would have called the weather unusually cold, but in Viden where the temperatures tended to vary between very low and very, very low, such weather constituted a heatwave. Already, much of the shimmering white snow that had covered the streets once had been replaced with mud and slush.
Places that had been almost impossible to reach before that season were easily accessible now, the water level in the rivers and lakes and in the bay was rising, and then there were the bugs. To his knowledge, Viden had never had a bug problem before, at least not in the time that he had resided in the city. He couldn’t help but wonder where the bugs were coming from – and when the heatwave would finally end. The heatwave in Scalvoris, an island that he had visited the cycle before in order to hold a series of guest lectures, had only lasted a handful of trials …
He stood in front of the window for a while, watching the street below and listening to the rhythmic sound of the rain hitting the roof (it was louder than the sound that rain normally made, due to almost being made of ice, as if countless tiny needles were hitting the roof). There was something almost calming, something almost meditative that made his thoughts retreat a little into the background about it.
Eventually, he abruptly pulled his gaze away, closed the window again and sat down behind his desk, a desk that was made of expensive dark wood, in order to continue his work.
A couple of trials earlier, he had started to wonder if he might be able to stop heating his apartment soon, but this morning, he had told his servants to light the fireplaces again.
It was warmer than it had been before, warmer than it should be, but he doubted if it would ever get warm enough. Maybe he would add another piece of wood to the fire soon …
With that thought in mind, the son of Ziell who was garbed in comfortable dark pants and a shirt grasped the pen that was on his desk and turned to the thick stack of papers in front of him, his thesis, the final part of his Licentiate. Over the previous two cycles, he had researched the use of the blood of different races in alchemy – and proven that a Lotharro’s endurance or an Ellune’s resistance to cold could be put into a potion, for example. Now all that was left for him to do was to read over what he had written so far again and make a few edits here and there before he delivered the thesis to his superiors.
He was, of course, quite proud of what essentially constituted the discovery of a new branch of Blood Magic and a scientific breakthrough, incredibly proud, in fact, and he was quite happy with what he had accomplished so far, but he had reached a point where he couldn’t wait to finally be finished writing and focus on something else for a while.
That trial, it was raining again, Doran noticed and furrowed his brow as he walked over to one of the large windows of his study and opened it in order to let some fresh air in as that helped him think clearly and focus. It was a freezing kind of rain that only made the current situation more unpleasant. It was … in Scalvoris, people would have called the weather unusually cold, but in Viden where the temperatures tended to vary between very low and very, very low, such weather constituted a heatwave. Already, much of the shimmering white snow that had covered the streets once had been replaced with mud and slush.
Places that had been almost impossible to reach before that season were easily accessible now, the water level in the rivers and lakes and in the bay was rising, and then there were the bugs. To his knowledge, Viden had never had a bug problem before, at least not in the time that he had resided in the city. He couldn’t help but wonder where the bugs were coming from – and when the heatwave would finally end. The heatwave in Scalvoris, an island that he had visited the cycle before in order to hold a series of guest lectures, had only lasted a handful of trials …
He stood in front of the window for a while, watching the street below and listening to the rhythmic sound of the rain hitting the roof (it was louder than the sound that rain normally made, due to almost being made of ice, as if countless tiny needles were hitting the roof). There was something almost calming, something almost meditative that made his thoughts retreat a little into the background about it.
Eventually, he abruptly pulled his gaze away, closed the window again and sat down behind his desk, a desk that was made of expensive dark wood, in order to continue his work.
A couple of trials earlier, he had started to wonder if he might be able to stop heating his apartment soon, but this morning, he had told his servants to light the fireplaces again.
It was warmer than it had been before, warmer than it should be, but he doubted if it would ever get warm enough. Maybe he would add another piece of wood to the fire soon …
With that thought in mind, the son of Ziell who was garbed in comfortable dark pants and a shirt grasped the pen that was on his desk and turned to the thick stack of papers in front of him, his thesis, the final part of his Licentiate. Over the previous two cycles, he had researched the use of the blood of different races in alchemy – and proven that a Lotharro’s endurance or an Ellune’s resistance to cold could be put into a potion, for example. Now all that was left for him to do was to read over what he had written so far again and make a few edits here and there before he delivered the thesis to his superiors.
He was, of course, quite proud of what essentially constituted the discovery of a new branch of Blood Magic and a scientific breakthrough, incredibly proud, in fact, and he was quite happy with what he had accomplished so far, but he had reached a point where he couldn’t wait to finally be finished writing and focus on something else for a while.
