Alterial

The truth is that Eirlys thought she had seen this... colour change before. And the funny thing was, it hadn't exactly been at a magic show or a street performance that was meant to dazzle everyone in the audience in exchange for a few scales. No... she thought she had seen Samsari do it. Only when she asked, all she got was evasions from her. -Uhm, this... before... did you have... violet... fur... like... a starry sky? -She had taken a lot of courage to ask her, and the truth was that Samsari's expression left her a bit confused. -I... I don't... I don't know what you must have seen, but certainly not that. -She answered carefully but... with a certain tension in her voice and a veiled warning that she didn't intend to continue the conversation. But... the pandra was sure that she had. Only... she didn't intend to keep insisting then. Why wouldn't Samsari want to... talk about it? That is, if... it was true. Which it must be. However, Eirlys nervously did not continue the

The truth is that Chrono used to... reread a lot about cooking tasks to her companion Hera. In fact, now that they weren't in the academy courses together, she missed her, because it had only been one step into the kitchens of the course and she realised that she had no idea what she was doing. Was it necessary to... cut the ingredients... mix them... put them on the fire...? It was hard enough for her to hold one of the knives that could be seen on the tables. Of course, Inio took one of them loosely to remind her that those were for the prime races, just as he was. The impling twisted her face slightly with ill-concealed annoyance. - I-I knew that... what I don't know is how you're so good at this... -It was true, Chrono couldn't believe her eyes at the sight before her. Inio, who was normally quite clumsy with everything, even in social matters, was a master in the kitchen. You would have thought that the vegetable mince in front of him must have been the sample and not the

Step 1 - A new (hi)story While it may not be the norm, Aster and Lucien were certainly finding their excursions into the nearby city quite productive for their studies in Drakonities. And often, the streets were a midday hubbub of noises and sounds that were the living melody of the history of the place in its purest form. - So... Do you think taking notes on this place is going to improve our grades in archaeology? - Lucien asked as Aster hurriedly jotted down even the most trivial details, scribbling his handwriting with the intention of writing it down later. - Yes, of course, after all, you know, the subject encompasses many things... - they were just passing by a small shop that was opening its doors to the public and even that he noted down. - I agree with this, but... -he pointed discreetly at the shop -these minor details don't need to be written down... I'm sure you'd be able to remember them without the notebook. Aster unconsciously and unintentionally clenched the

Step 1 - A new (hi)story In the air there was the subtle fragrance of those who are in the business of making things. No, of course it's not what you're thinking, that would be too blatant and wrongheaded. What was happening was that wherever you looked, you always ended up coming across someone who was either planning their next big "invention" or was drawing a multitude of disjointed lines on a piece of paper, only to end up ruffling their hair, ripping the sheet of paper out and throwing it into an imaginary basket of discarded projects after making it into a crumpled ball. And Aster wasn't sure he fit into that environment. His philosophy was more about... enjoying the things that life already offered him, or travel in general... maybe even learning new things so he could use that knowledge to his advantage. The most imaginative thing he had going for him was the ability to make potions by eye without following a set formula, but that did not detract from the fact that the basic