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Atticus whistled to get the attention of the other girls, holding up his caramel coloured coffee. "One of you take this up for me, yeah? And Sven's too." He smiled. He knew enough about Sven at that moment to know if he offered her help, she would shoot him down promptly. Carefully, he wound a...

"That's what I plan on doing." He grinned, letting the silence between them settle. The fire crackled only slightly, and his eyes returned to her. There was no mistaking that the scars on her face came about from flames, and her aversion to him tending to the hearth was connected. It also...

"I want to visit Tyr. A city stronghold on the island of Sheketh." He heard someone speak of it one day, and whenever Atticus could, he would find books about it to learn more about this place he would love to travel in the future. That was the first place he would go once he achieved his...

Atticus waited for the girls to order. It was a habit, his culture being run by a matriarchy and Atticus was raised to respect others. They seemed to know what they would like, and therefore, being the last to order, he may hear their debates on drinks. But the being behind the counter looked...

Cherry blossoms were one of the top most trees that covered Dornochian lands, but he had to admit the plum blossoms were his favourites. He did not make comment on this, having the sense Aiko could cut him down with a look and have him surrendering to the cherry blossoms he passed on. "If it's...

Atticus shook his head. "Never had the time to but I would like to travel around once I finish up here. Arethil is vast, and the Portal Stones make things easier to see the world." He grinned. "I hear Alliria is the biggest city in the entire world. That true?" He could not comprehend such a...

Atticus shook his head. "No, no gifts. I like the excuse to return home. Besides, my father built a studio for me." He didn't know how to explain that having his own space was security of ensuring he was safe. To even mention the grief and struggle... he did not want anyone to look at him...

"Oh, I doubt you're dull Svenia Albrecht." Atticus grinned, waving off her incredulous claim. He looked to her, directing his smile at her in hopes she would believe his words, for he spoke the truth. "Here in Elbion, you will not be dull. You do not need to be passionate of the arts in...

Atticus made a sound that was a way to let down Suleiman easier. "Not quite. Oban have griffins, but Dornoch has winged horses that the Dynast's personal guard ride into battle." He beamed at the history. He saw the pegasi twice in his life, all from a distance, but even still one could not...

Atticus laughed nervously, his smile turned sheepish. "Well... I, uh, haven't found the time to do much while here. I'll be sure to show you, and the others of course, my work... one day..." A hand ran through his dark hair, "But yes, I was born in Dornoch but came to live here in Elbion with...

He grinned, deciding to stay where he was beside Svenia. After all, he knew her better than the others as he had more classes with her. Atticus then changed his attention to the others in their group, the ladies discussing tea as if it was something that needed to be planned. Atticus' experience...

Oh, he definitely saw her as a sunrise type of being. When Atticus looked at her at covertly and nonchalantly as he could, he began to put together a palette of colours he would use to bring her portrait to life. He had thought of this with his other friends too, and in a way, Atticus liked to...

Atticus barely heard Aiko and Yue, for his eyes gravitated to the door and he heard a quiet in his ears as he recognised who stood there. Svenia. Her question pulled at him, stirring him back to reality and he turned to look at the tables where their vials and bottles were placed. He strode...

Atticus could not keep the smile off his face. The fact these three even agreed to go outside for studying humbled him, but the idea of him making friends made him proud and excited. "I've lived here nearly four years and yes, we do see snow. It varies season to season, but it definitely is a...

Atticus stilled, turning towards the fire and then back to the soft alarm in Svenia's eyes. He returned the stoker, frowning at the thought he had caused her a discomfort. "I'm sorry... I..." He didn't know. And now he did. Instead of asking her about it, Atticus straightened again and smiled...