31st of Summer 513
Dastino's books weighed down his knapsack tremendously, being he had to study alchemy and biology. His teachers were brutal. He inspected the people he passed, noticing few Akalaks or Myrians. His red-blonde hair got in the way too many times to be normal, so he sat down at a wobbly table and proceeded to brush his hair out his eyes. That's when he saw her: Auva. He stopped everything he was doing and stared passionately at her remarkable face. A small moan of mesmerisation left his lips; she had brushed her beautiful brown hair back. He sat up straight and brushed his hair back, desperately trying to get her attention. She looked no further than her books. He quietly cursed himself and his imperfect hair. He had done nothing to make himself look good, and he was trying to introduce himself to a perfectly beautiful girl sitting a mere table away from him He got himself calm and collected, and got up. He was going to introduce himself and see what happens from there.