6th Trial of Saun, 715th Arc
The Academy building was phenomenal, a remarkably exquisite testament of human architecture. The carvings that riddled the walls and pillars that supported the corridor seemed to be far too intricate for a mere pair of human hands, they seemed to be more of the work of six pairs, all at once, and polished off with some form of arcana. The arches, and the way they bent and curved, it just seemed so impossible, so other-worldly. It annoyed Virikai to no end that it was of human creation. Although he, like all eídisi, thought himself above other races, save perhaps the ellune, the Talius scion couldn’t help but admire the interior of the beautiful building. But, it was best to save the admiration for another day, as today was his first class at herbalism, and he would in no way allow himself to be late.
Virikai arrived rather early, as the classroom had only three students and no lecturer stood at the front. He stalked the marble floors with utmost care, as if one false move would cause an explosion. The room was just as beautiful as the hallway, with the same carvings and accents peppering the walls and ceiling, and the back wall even houses a frieze. The designers must've given so much care and attention into making it the way it was. The walls were a remarkable pristine white, and the floors were polished and gleaming, mirroring the mahogany desks and the well-dressed students that sat behind them.
A small wooden stage was propped up by the front of the lecture theatre, with the desk attached to it filled with various pots, pans, and jars of different shapes and sizes. A myriad of planted herbs, flowers, and miniature fruits were propped up by the eternally closed windows - without fresh air circulating around the room, there was an aromatic, intoxicating scent filling Virikai’s sensitive nostrils, causing him to scowl and chose a seat at the back of the room.
Taking his seat, he placed his satchel on the desk in front of him and pulled out his bottle of ink, reservoir pen, and a sheet of vellum parchment. Leaving them alone on the table, the rest of his items were placed on the floor beside him. A sea of students swarmed into the classroom and Virikai guessed, from the expressions on their faces, that no one was excited for the lesson, as the other students filled up the back and kept the very front row empty. Perhaps it was the small they detested also.
The quiet conversation of students around him ended as the lecture theatre door opened one final time and in walked their herbalism lecturer. “Good morning,” he greeted simply, as he rummaged around the desk drawers for something unknown to the rest of them. He was a rather aged man, with hair that grayed around the sides, but ceased to be along the top of his head. He wore copper-rimmed spectacles, and grew quite the amount of stubble upon his chin and jaw. But his stately clothing were enough to merit him respect and caution.
Once settled, he gestured towards the plants by the windows and urged the class to view them. “Now, let’s not waste any time,” he began, without preamble or even an introduction. “Herbalism is simply the study of the medicinal properties of certain herbs and plants. These herbs and plants are what aid our healers in curing their patients, or lessening their pain. Now, there are five ways to utilise a herb for medicinal purposes.”
The professor had the low, garbled voice of an aged man, quiet, and somewhat monotonous enough to have the potential to lull students into a stupor. Virikai shifted in his seat, preparing for a long two breaks.
Virikai arrived rather early, as the classroom had only three students and no lecturer stood at the front. He stalked the marble floors with utmost care, as if one false move would cause an explosion. The room was just as beautiful as the hallway, with the same carvings and accents peppering the walls and ceiling, and the back wall even houses a frieze. The designers must've given so much care and attention into making it the way it was. The walls were a remarkable pristine white, and the floors were polished and gleaming, mirroring the mahogany desks and the well-dressed students that sat behind them.
A small wooden stage was propped up by the front of the lecture theatre, with the desk attached to it filled with various pots, pans, and jars of different shapes and sizes. A myriad of planted herbs, flowers, and miniature fruits were propped up by the eternally closed windows - without fresh air circulating around the room, there was an aromatic, intoxicating scent filling Virikai’s sensitive nostrils, causing him to scowl and chose a seat at the back of the room.
Taking his seat, he placed his satchel on the desk in front of him and pulled out his bottle of ink, reservoir pen, and a sheet of vellum parchment. Leaving them alone on the table, the rest of his items were placed on the floor beside him. A sea of students swarmed into the classroom and Virikai guessed, from the expressions on their faces, that no one was excited for the lesson, as the other students filled up the back and kept the very front row empty. Perhaps it was the small they detested also.
The quiet conversation of students around him ended as the lecture theatre door opened one final time and in walked their herbalism lecturer. “Good morning,” he greeted simply, as he rummaged around the desk drawers for something unknown to the rest of them. He was a rather aged man, with hair that grayed around the sides, but ceased to be along the top of his head. He wore copper-rimmed spectacles, and grew quite the amount of stubble upon his chin and jaw. But his stately clothing were enough to merit him respect and caution.
Once settled, he gestured towards the plants by the windows and urged the class to view them. “Now, let’s not waste any time,” he began, without preamble or even an introduction. “Herbalism is simply the study of the medicinal properties of certain herbs and plants. These herbs and plants are what aid our healers in curing their patients, or lessening their pain. Now, there are five ways to utilise a herb for medicinal purposes.”
The professor had the low, garbled voice of an aged man, quiet, and somewhat monotonous enough to have the potential to lull students into a stupor. Virikai shifted in his seat, preparing for a long two breaks.
