40th of Spring, near noon
Atticus stood in the Iraltu Observatory, near the center of the room, with his journal clung eagerly to his chest. The astronomers that overlooked Atticus and his work for a long time struggled to find an adequate master to Atticus' apprenticeship. He wasn't sure if it was due to his age, the excessive amount of time he spent doing his work, or the fact that he had delved deeply into mainly individual studies, but he was told just the day before that they had found not only a suitable mentor but one that would suit him well. They informed Atticus that this man was well-respected in the community, and even allowed to use the telescope on the second floor of the Observatory, nearly whenever he pleased. He was apparently nearly as busy with his studies as Atticus was, and had been for many years, hence his reluctance to take in an apprentice, until recently. Not many are sure why. But he was looking to pass on his work.
Atticus was all ajitter with anticipation. He clung to his notes, eager for the opportunity to share with someone knowledgeable on the subject. Up until recently, he hadn't the opportunity to speak to many people about his craft. Well, of course, with the recent exception of Casimir, who wasn't present here at that moment, perhaps because it was day and he was a Lethborn individual, and Davor Aveloz. Then there was Khara and Zhol, but he had told them out of necessity and only had scratched the surface of his studies and his knowledge. Whoever this man was, he wouldn't only be able to share Atticus' enthusiasm on the subject, but be able to contribute! A second opinion! The young stargazer broke into a broad grin at just the thought!
He nearly ran to work early that morning, and had to repress the urge to sleep there the night before. The absolutely gorgeous afternoon contributed in no small part his apparent glee. Everything seemed so much brighter today, everything was filled with twice the amount of promise, and he was nothing if not exuberant.
The Observatory was populated loosely with only a handful of astronomers that day, and little to no apprentices. Atticus had been looking closer at their relationships upon receiving the news that he would be working closely with a superior. They seemed... Close. Apprentices, when their masters were present, would follow them around on anything that wasn't as menial as retrieving a new tome or visiting a latrine. Otherwise, when both parties were present, they orbited each other closer than Leth did the planet, or the planet Syna in turn. It seemed like a fairly simple relationship; the apprentice assists in the master's private studies while the master instructs and teaches the apprentice more about their shared craft. Simple. But Atticus couldn't possibly know for certain. Though, soon he would.
He flipped through his journal absently, finding any pages of interest that could possibly impress his new master or best exemplify his work. His first page marked was his analysis on light, then his private star maps, followed shortly thereafter by his theories on why he believed most heavenly bodies were rotund, as well as his theories on the wobble of the planet that resulted in seasons.
And when he looked up, someone had entered.
Atticus stood in the Iraltu Observatory, near the center of the room, with his journal clung eagerly to his chest. The astronomers that overlooked Atticus and his work for a long time struggled to find an adequate master to Atticus' apprenticeship. He wasn't sure if it was due to his age, the excessive amount of time he spent doing his work, or the fact that he had delved deeply into mainly individual studies, but he was told just the day before that they had found not only a suitable mentor but one that would suit him well. They informed Atticus that this man was well-respected in the community, and even allowed to use the telescope on the second floor of the Observatory, nearly whenever he pleased. He was apparently nearly as busy with his studies as Atticus was, and had been for many years, hence his reluctance to take in an apprentice, until recently. Not many are sure why. But he was looking to pass on his work.
Atticus was all ajitter with anticipation. He clung to his notes, eager for the opportunity to share with someone knowledgeable on the subject. Up until recently, he hadn't the opportunity to speak to many people about his craft. Well, of course, with the recent exception of Casimir, who wasn't present here at that moment, perhaps because it was day and he was a Lethborn individual, and Davor Aveloz. Then there was Khara and Zhol, but he had told them out of necessity and only had scratched the surface of his studies and his knowledge. Whoever this man was, he wouldn't only be able to share Atticus' enthusiasm on the subject, but be able to contribute! A second opinion! The young stargazer broke into a broad grin at just the thought!
He nearly ran to work early that morning, and had to repress the urge to sleep there the night before. The absolutely gorgeous afternoon contributed in no small part his apparent glee. Everything seemed so much brighter today, everything was filled with twice the amount of promise, and he was nothing if not exuberant.
The Observatory was populated loosely with only a handful of astronomers that day, and little to no apprentices. Atticus had been looking closer at their relationships upon receiving the news that he would be working closely with a superior. They seemed... Close. Apprentices, when their masters were present, would follow them around on anything that wasn't as menial as retrieving a new tome or visiting a latrine. Otherwise, when both parties were present, they orbited each other closer than Leth did the planet, or the planet Syna in turn. It seemed like a fairly simple relationship; the apprentice assists in the master's private studies while the master instructs and teaches the apprentice more about their shared craft. Simple. But Atticus couldn't possibly know for certain. Though, soon he would.
He flipped through his journal absently, finding any pages of interest that could possibly impress his new master or best exemplify his work. His first page marked was his analysis on light, then his private star maps, followed shortly thereafter by his theories on why he believed most heavenly bodies were rotund, as well as his theories on the wobble of the planet that resulted in seasons.
And when he looked up, someone had entered.
Boxcode by Verena
