To think that @gargoyle23 asked me to do his homework, when I haven't even done mine. Dude, I don't work cheap. Okay. Lies. I do work cheap.
@lyxzen, @rambo and @missy have the most badass curriculum ever. If my high school homework had been like this, I'd have had a scholarship. Here's the deal-e-o: I write the intro paragraph, and you-- yes, you!-- continue where the last poster left off with one sentence. Simple, right?
With my friends list, this should be a blast.
Lissette padded barefoot up the steps to her master's study, her arms loaded with the glass alembics, flasks and other alchemy apparati he had ordered her to clean for him. The steep, dimly lit staircase offered her no difficulty anymore; she had climbed it a thousand times since she had been taken in by the stern, severe-looking, often kind wizard. She absently blew a stray lock of auburn hair out of her eyes as she mulled over his last lessons; not just the formulae and herbs he had drilled her on, but the stories! Adventure, intrigue, romance-- she had had no idea whether they were true or woven like some scintillating and fantastical illusion, but did not care one whit. He had taught her so much and so many of the mysteries, but she knew so little about him. Aethros the Wizard, she knew plenty of, but of the man? So very little. He himself was yet another mystery.
