Jideh Basrah had arrived. It had taken him several hours to make his way to the Academy but the travel time was well worth the wait. The grounds were magnificent, awe-inspiring, and generally exciting to him. Lugging his bags anxiously towards a collection of buildings that Jideh guessed were the main part of the campus, he stopped in his tracks.

"A greenhouse?" Jideh asked, to nobody in particular. 

Jideh dropped his luggage (a suitcase, backpack, and duffel bag) and made his way into the impressively large building. There was no lock on the door, and as he stepped into the moist warm microclimate, a thrill ran down his spine. The variety of plants that jumped out at him was staggering, and without further hesitation, Jideh set to cataloguing each specimen in his head. Here, there grew a Red Ginger plant, and there grew a Durban. He spotted all sorts of climbing vines and mosses on the walls, and as Jideh creeped along, he began nursing several of the wilting plants. A spurt of energy, nothing more, just to give them a spring in their leaves. A well-practiced hand dug into his pocket and pulled out an granola bar, which he crunched on noisily. As a child he despised granola, but ever since hunger had become a constant companion, his distaste had faded considerably. Especially given the high caloric content which he could take advantage of, when stuffing dozens of granola bars in his pockets on long trips.

Jideh's plant-growing, granola-eating, sprightly stroll through the greenhouse was interrupted when he spotted a figure through the mossy growths in the wall. Somebody else! Jideh would normally have ignored this person and continued about his business but this was a special occasion. He was at the Academy now! This person could be a teacher, maybe even the Headmaster! He'd heard so many rumours about Kano, as he was called, and frankly Jideh was terribly curious. Thus Jideh crept along the path and left through another door. He spotted a white-haired boy who seemed to shine very brightly. He was drawing with the light, pulling sunbeams out of the air! [i]A Light elementalist,[/i] Jideh realized. As the boy flopped onto the grass and stared up at the sky, Jideh heard his remark about people.

"Well, as far as people go, I'm as weird as they come!" Jideh exclaimed, walking right up to the boy from behind, staring at his inverted features. "I'm Jideh Basra, and I like what you were doing with that light show over here. Can you show me more?" As Jideh ate his granola, a few crumbs fell to land on and around the boy's face. Inwardly, Jideh was shaking with laughter. He tried to maintain a straight face and gauge the boy's response and reaction.

[@Regitnui]