#epiosirida

What kind of person would become an assistant to the great Anaxagoras? That's a question many had, but none put as much thought as Luuvalo did. The Kalevalan Officer often worried for the young scholar. He often put himself in danger for the sake of science for Mother Bear’s sake! It was enough for him to turn gray. Not that his age wasn't a factor but—!! 

Luuvalo stops at the laboratory. Worrying for Anaxagoras is a full time job. Not many people would want this job. In the past some have tried. Who wouldn't be under the mentorship of one of the greatest, if not the greatest minds in Kalevalan history? Unfortunately, much like Luuvalo, Anaxagoras’ own unfriendly disposition made it hard for others to get along with him.

Truly he was a good man. He just… was a bit harsh in his wording at times. A bit too tough on those who didn't seek out answers.

The Officer bites the inside of his mouth. He can only hope this new assistant could handle him for a week. Just a week and the man could see that it doesn't hurt to have help!

A knock is given at the door three times with his free hand. His other hand held a box of gingerbread cookies for the assistant. His hair is sleeked back, uniform crisp and well kept. Golden eyes that seemed sorrowful to the well trained eye. Fierce if someone didn't know him. He hopes the cookies would ease the assistant from his scary face.

“Should I be concerned for my life now that I’ve been called attractive out of all the Heirs?”

"Are you... still there, Hyacine?"

Raising the clay lamp he balanced in his hand, its wan corona of light chased away the oppressive gloom of the lower sanctum of the Divine Tree, glancing over his shoulder as he awaited for Aquila's Heiress to catch up. As the two foremost healers of the Twilight Courtyard, between them and Anaxagoras, their duties weren't just confined to running the Courtyard. That night, both Heirs sought lost texts of their predecessors; tomes and scrolls that might advance healing in new treatments they were developing, but Hyacine helmed.

Hyacine is sliding her a digital copy of “My Professor Can’t Possibly Be This Shy” for science. Just don’t ask where she got it from at this point. // @epiosirida

" Hm? " A message from Hyacine with an attachment. Judging by the name of the title, it had to be a book of some kind, right?

[ To: Cindy ]

[ Text ]: Didn't think you were a fan of these. What's this?

Before a response, she's already opening the file to scan over the contents (then why bother asking). Hm.

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Oh, this was rather good. This'll keep her awake tonight.

/ UR RIGHT, SHE DOES NOT ! YET. In my humble opinion, I immediately thought of;

Nankaitarou Chouson, aka, nankai-sensei; my thought process behind this is that he is a scholar interested in all that revolves around the current existence of swords manifesting in human forms, and i recall one of his lines mentioning his intrigue over how healing works in these specific yet strange conditions, so him teaming up with the local physician/healer makes sense; also sensei can be a bit of a menace and be a bit too blunt with his words (to which she has experience dealing with) albeit his is different from A.naxa's type.

Second government assigned sword is I.shikirimaru for very clear reasons; he is a sword that heals- tumors, diseases, injuries, cleansing, etc. Also, he's equally as gentle and kind as Hyacine. What more fitting than that? He could also learn from her, and he could teach her things from his own centuries old knowledge

Me: Be nice. You care about Luuvalo.

Anaxa: I never claimed I didn't. I can care about him and still call him a wet paper bag.