Torok sat with his legs crossed quietly in the small patch of grass, the distant chatter of everyone in the mess hall seemed to drown each other out. Vines and flowers crawled up along his legs and his torso virtually covering him almost entirely, if this were to continue he would soon look like a small bush. The boy had no worries, this was how he slept, and he could also gain some nutrition this way as well. Yet the peace and serenity he was trying to keep himself in tune with was interrupted with a voice and a question.

  Another student had questions for him, it wasn’t the first time someone new confused him for staff after all he was rather large and had a nearly full beard. He was quiet for a time after the boys question and at first seemed to not even acknowledge the other boys' presence. [color=00a651][i]“Mason”[/i][/color] he thought to himself, opening his eyes he slowly looked up at him. Torok’s eyes were entirely black, his gaze was not piercing but uneasy. As if stepping to close, would surrender the other person to an empty dark abyss. He did not say anything or make any attempt to shake the boy’s hand he simply stared at the other boy who with his heavy jacket and lighter hair that seemed a bit uneasy in the direct sunlight.

  Slowly without braking eye contact a small vine brought itself up from his lap with a packet entangled in its grasp. The packet being identical to Masons reads [color=00a651][u]“For Torok Citadel, Elemental Guardian”[/u][/color] on the front this basically stating who and what he is to the other boy. The vine seemed to point towards his booklet then back towards the mess hall with everyone else, a subtle way of saying ‘go back inside for questions.’ After a few more moments the vine descended, and He looked back down closing his eyes as he continued with his meditation. Truthfully Torok wasn’t trying to be rude he just didn’t wish to talk to anyone, especially someone who basically just woke him up and interrupted his lunch at the same time.


[@Tybalt Capulet]