Ashan 3, Arc 721
Spring had finally arrived in Viden. Of course, spring in the far north was different from spring in places like Scalvoris – there were no green meadows that were covered with primroses or crocuses – but the signs were obvious, nevertheless. The city was not shrouded in perpetual darkness anymore, and it was not quite as cold anymore. And what more, there was a change in the air that could almost be felt, and smelled, the son of Ziell decided as he stood at his bedroom window that morning, opened it in order to let in some fresh air and took a deep breath, as he often did as it helped him wake up and clear his mind.
There was an unusual kind of lightness.
For the first time since the start of the new arc, he had opted for a slightly lighter coat atop the bespoke suit of coal and crimson wool that he wore, and he decided to forego a scarf entirely, although he still wore gloves as he made his way through the streets, towards the Academy where he worked as an alchemy professor. There were, he observed, as he walked, other signs besides the increasing temperatures, the light and the smell of spring as well. There were a lot more people outside than there had been in Cylus, couples, walking arm in arm, and children exploring, laughing and even having snowball fights.
One of the snowballs in question did in fact land but a meter or so in front of him. He looked at the child that had thrown it – a brown-haired human girl of approximately eight arcs of age – and raised an eyebrow questioningly before he smiled at her. The girl looked at him for a moment and blushed a bit, and then she quickly turned around and continued to play with her friend, a human boy that was approximately the same age.
The Mortalborn walked on. He decided to walk slowly and enjoy his surroundings. Scalvoris, an island that he had visited in a past and that held a special place in his heart, was on the brink of a war. A part of him couldn’t help but feel slightly melancholic, but another part of him found what he saw around him encouraging. There was hope, that the people of Scalvoris would be able to be just as carefree again one trial. Just like Ashan followed Cylus, and light the darkness, peace would follow war.
He firmly believed that.
Before long, he had reached the gates of the Academy and made his way to the classroom where he would be teaching a group of first season students and pushed his thoughts about Scalvoris into a corner of his mind, at least for the time being in order to focus on the task at hand (although the aforementioned thoughts would without a doubt return later on). He enjoyed familiarizing people with the science that he had dedicated his life to. They had covered the basics during the past two lessons. That trial, he would introduce them to the different types of reagents – and show them a few as well.
Spring had finally arrived in Viden. Of course, spring in the far north was different from spring in places like Scalvoris – there were no green meadows that were covered with primroses or crocuses – but the signs were obvious, nevertheless. The city was not shrouded in perpetual darkness anymore, and it was not quite as cold anymore. And what more, there was a change in the air that could almost be felt, and smelled, the son of Ziell decided as he stood at his bedroom window that morning, opened it in order to let in some fresh air and took a deep breath, as he often did as it helped him wake up and clear his mind.
There was an unusual kind of lightness.
For the first time since the start of the new arc, he had opted for a slightly lighter coat atop the bespoke suit of coal and crimson wool that he wore, and he decided to forego a scarf entirely, although he still wore gloves as he made his way through the streets, towards the Academy where he worked as an alchemy professor. There were, he observed, as he walked, other signs besides the increasing temperatures, the light and the smell of spring as well. There were a lot more people outside than there had been in Cylus, couples, walking arm in arm, and children exploring, laughing and even having snowball fights.
One of the snowballs in question did in fact land but a meter or so in front of him. He looked at the child that had thrown it – a brown-haired human girl of approximately eight arcs of age – and raised an eyebrow questioningly before he smiled at her. The girl looked at him for a moment and blushed a bit, and then she quickly turned around and continued to play with her friend, a human boy that was approximately the same age.
The Mortalborn walked on. He decided to walk slowly and enjoy his surroundings. Scalvoris, an island that he had visited in a past and that held a special place in his heart, was on the brink of a war. A part of him couldn’t help but feel slightly melancholic, but another part of him found what he saw around him encouraging. There was hope, that the people of Scalvoris would be able to be just as carefree again one trial. Just like Ashan followed Cylus, and light the darkness, peace would follow war.
He firmly believed that.
Before long, he had reached the gates of the Academy and made his way to the classroom where he would be teaching a group of first season students and pushed his thoughts about Scalvoris into a corner of his mind, at least for the time being in order to focus on the task at hand (although the aforementioned thoughts would without a doubt return later on). He enjoyed familiarizing people with the science that he had dedicated his life to. They had covered the basics during the past two lessons. That trial, he would introduce them to the different types of reagents – and show them a few as well.
Notes
From the Viden calendar:
3rd: The temperatures begin to rise as the start of Ashan has arrived, people get out during the sunny days and explore
3rd: The temperatures begin to rise as the start of Ashan has arrived, people get out during the sunny days and explore