[Story contents - Jawan —> Nu'san —> Craiss]
The headmasters didn't think they would be shirking their academic duties for so long, but the ship was delayed, and now they find themselves in a bustling port town... The fable wrote:
[Aesop]
[#1D72BE]
[Apisto] | [Astrochelys]
[#BD4136] | [#B094E2]
They were behind schedule. Apisto had been meticulous, near obsessive about counting the days they were at sea, thinking with perhaps more worry than deserved about the brewing potions that he’d set his student to watch over in his absence. They were a competent young person, yes, but the balance of wolf’s milk fungus and bloodroot was extremely precise, and if Apisto had made any mistakes in his rush to pack his things, it could result in disaster. Or wasted materials. He wasn’t quite sure which was worse.
“Watch your step,” Astrochelys’ voice floated dreamily from somewhere beside him at the exact moment Apisto’s boot caught a loose plank of the dock. He snarled as he caught himself, adjusting his cloak where it had gone askew, and fixed the horticulture professor with a scathing look. They sat comfortably atop their beastchair, light glinting off its copper joints as it stepped carefully over another warped piece of boardwalk. “You’re not the daydreaming type.”