Good teacher

clever tyrants are never punished

♛

⌠ he was on the hunt for some rarer herbs, his satchel on his back as he trotted over the many channels of flowing water. between the currents were woven branches from the trees that draped over the land like serene curtains that blew with the breezes. with fall just setting in, the air was cooler yet still warm as the sun sat basking in the center. a nice easy day-, good enough for some studying.

he paused for a moment, coming to seat himself as he lowered down to drink momentarily. but his nose twitches, noticing someone in the near distance. "Who's there?" he asks, voice calm and smooth. ⌡



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