Alchemy 101: Letter Ceritification Part 2
Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 5:22 am
Timestamp: 3rd of Cylus, The Rebirth Cycle, Arc 721
Rickith would enter the classroom he had become familiar with over the past few dozens of trials, and get his mind mentally prepared for his next lesson in Alchemy. They had discussed various academia related things when it comes to alchemy, and had gone over several important factors when creating something with alchemy. Doran was an excellent teacher, and Rickith was glad to be able to learn from him. Not to mention he was not that bad on the eyes as well. A slightly growing attraction to the man had presented itself in the back of Rickith's mind, but his first thoughts were on knowledge, and learning all that he could when it came to alchemy. He was mentally prepared for whatever it was that they would be doing totrial, and hoped it would be more hands on learning that the past few classes which had been merely academic. He preferred hands on learning. Letting his dark hued eyes start out the window at the scenery outside, he had thoughts of things that he could do with alchemy, potions that he could make whenever they did start working on potions. Rickith hoped that it would be soon, given that he was almost knowledgeable enough, and had a more scientific view of it based on their past few lessons.
Letting his shoulders droop a bit as he looked out the window, having come fifteen bits earlier than expected, Rickith patiently awaited Doran's arrival. He was always early, since his mother always told him that "You're either early or late, never on time." So he chose to be early as it was how his mother had raised him, to be punctual, especially to classes, so that he didn't waste any of Doran's time, and was able to learn everything he could within the allotted amount of time given.
Tressa, Rickith's mother, was busy that day preparing a dress for the ball that they were to attend in the next trial. Rickith had never really been to a ball before, so he was excited himself to be able to attend, and experience that first hand. He would more than certainly enjoy himself, but would stay away from any alcohol, as he didn't like the thought of being inebriated, and honestly had never had a drink in his entire life, so he did hope that they served some non-alcoholic beverages. Peer pressure had never gotten him to submit to drinking either, so he doubted anyone would be able to convince him otherwise to drink at the ball.
Once Doran arrived, Rickith would turn around, and greet him with a hardy, "Good trial Professor, what will we be learning today?" He was eager to know the answer, and would wait patiently while Doran was getting ready to find out what exactly they would be going over this class...
Rickith would enter the classroom he had become familiar with over the past few dozens of trials, and get his mind mentally prepared for his next lesson in Alchemy. They had discussed various academia related things when it comes to alchemy, and had gone over several important factors when creating something with alchemy. Doran was an excellent teacher, and Rickith was glad to be able to learn from him. Not to mention he was not that bad on the eyes as well. A slightly growing attraction to the man had presented itself in the back of Rickith's mind, but his first thoughts were on knowledge, and learning all that he could when it came to alchemy. He was mentally prepared for whatever it was that they would be doing totrial, and hoped it would be more hands on learning that the past few classes which had been merely academic. He preferred hands on learning. Letting his dark hued eyes start out the window at the scenery outside, he had thoughts of things that he could do with alchemy, potions that he could make whenever they did start working on potions. Rickith hoped that it would be soon, given that he was almost knowledgeable enough, and had a more scientific view of it based on their past few lessons.
Letting his shoulders droop a bit as he looked out the window, having come fifteen bits earlier than expected, Rickith patiently awaited Doran's arrival. He was always early, since his mother always told him that "You're either early or late, never on time." So he chose to be early as it was how his mother had raised him, to be punctual, especially to classes, so that he didn't waste any of Doran's time, and was able to learn everything he could within the allotted amount of time given.
Tressa, Rickith's mother, was busy that day preparing a dress for the ball that they were to attend in the next trial. Rickith had never really been to a ball before, so he was excited himself to be able to attend, and experience that first hand. He would more than certainly enjoy himself, but would stay away from any alcohol, as he didn't like the thought of being inebriated, and honestly had never had a drink in his entire life, so he did hope that they served some non-alcoholic beverages. Peer pressure had never gotten him to submit to drinking either, so he doubted anyone would be able to convince him otherwise to drink at the ball.
Once Doran arrived, Rickith would turn around, and greet him with a hardy, "Good trial Professor, what will we be learning today?" He was eager to know the answer, and would wait patiently while Doran was getting ready to find out what exactly they would be going over this class...