The Task At Hand

Paris entered the lounge shortly after, and gestured for his young new apprentice to follow him. He led her up the stone stairs, quietly walking a few steps ahead of her. Absidae was astounded with the alchemy tower; it was absolutely amazing. Tables decorated with jewelry and knick knacks lined the left, and a large, pewter cauldron sat on the right, bubbling away. Towards the window on the back wall, there was a large desk, covered with miscellaneous and seemingly chaotic nonsense. A smaller desk sat just to the right, and on top of that were three large, leather bound books and a small, blue leather notebook. Sid smiled, pondering how the new relationship between the two of them would work. 

    "Tristan should be back shortly," Paris informed his new apprentice, gesturing to the desk. "He's already laid out some work for you, studying first before any practical attempts. You'll have to prove your knowledge of plant matter; which are helpful, which are harmful, their multiple uses, and the likes. It shouldn't be terribly difficult, I'm sure you'll catch on quickly," her mentor said with confidence.

    Sid nodded, smiling almost nervously. Paris exited the tower, leaving Absidae to her studies. The first book was titled A Basic Guide to Healing Foliage, and she opened it, her journal opened and a pen perched between her lips. The words seemed to envelop her, the world around her melting away as she became absorbed in the text.