Recent content by Atticus

"And that is what I love about the histories of many places." He chuckled. The bakery was only just up ahead, boasting a long line that they would join soon. Freshly baked sweets and treats wafted through the street, the scents changing every so often depending on the strength of the breeze...

"Saints, no!" He laughed. His face turned sheepish, not that she could see, but his voice treaded with hesitation and slowness. "The culture is starkly different as is the architecture and the people. We also are home to different races and species of beings." Women were held in higher...

Atticus made a face at the idea of Coppo in general. "If you ever need a place to stay some nights, Sully, you come by our room. Mullens and I scored a three roomed dorm, althogh the third bedroom was meant for someone that never came to the College." Perhaps they changed their mind, but...

"Come on now, Albrecht!" He grinned. "There surely is places you know to show people. Even if it means showing people the world you see, at least we can learn to understand." Atticus pushed the wheeled chair, slow and careful, letting others pass before them. If there was no break in the...

Atticus made a face. "Blodwyn... Elbion..." He stopped there, grimacing as he realised he had no clue about anything to do with Elbion. He had been in his personal space at home, keeping to himself and only that of his father and stepmother. Never picked up a book to learn of his new home...

Atticus watched them all, sprawled lazily upon the grass and the sun beaming straight on him. "Lissa has a brutal punch. We're in the same non-magical combat class, and saints does she pick up the lessons quickly." He provided, fingers fiddling with the grass beside him. Atticus pulled at each...

Atticus began to wheel her out, thankful that the classroom had been on the ground floor and that they could easily leave to the outdoors. "Right there, top of the page. The Fountain." It took them a good hour to get into the city, but they were given the entire afternoon off from class in...

Atticus rolled the chair to his friend, a grin, the one he was always easily found wearing, was present on his expression as she talked about not being prepared to be out. "Not to worry, Sven." For he believed that. This was nothing new, nothing special. Atticus saw it on the same level as...

Atticus shot them all a look of light disappointment. "I'm only reading what I found interesting." He frowned, exhaling as he tried to find where he had been reading. Granted, he had no clue on what was going on. He wasn't all that great with potions, and gods no, Atticus didn't have the idea...

Atticus listened to his classmates, but the need to speak of his own magical ability was one he didn't wish to speak of. Not yet... he knew it would open up the potential for questions and he didn't want to provide the answers. He cleared his throat. "I like how difficult some classes can...

One of the classes they were to undertake in the first year was History of Elbion, and as the College was open to all that came from here and all over, there was a day free for the students to go explore. They were given sheets of parchment with questions they had to fill out during the day, all...

Atticus gave her a smile, although it did not reach his eyes. "I will see you around, Sven." Collecting his things, Atticus gave her one last attempt at a smile. It was bigger, wider, and yet still unable to reach the dullness in his eyes. When he left, the fire seemingly settled to a lower...

He opened the first book to where he had marked a place within, cleared his throat and read. "There are three ways to test unidentified potions. Exposure to natural elements, spellwork, and the potion testing. Please turn to page 681." Atticus then found the next marked page. "Potion testing...

"I believe the same." Atticus gave her a sad smile. It was tired, drained, as if there was a weight bearing on him. That his smile was able to still take shape was a testament of his new self since coming to Elbion. Making friends had been a blessing, and a lightness all the same. "You will...

"And you will get them!" Atticus muttered, reaching for his bag and taking out a book. He winced once he looked to Suleiman and the cheek sporting the rouge Aiko gifted him. "Anything to help you out, Sully." He sighed, almost begrudgingly. There was still pink to his cheeks, slowly receding as...