[center][h1][colour=#b08cc9]Esmi'nesta'taware[/colour] and Sven Bjørnsson[/h1][/center]
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[center][h3][colour=#b08cc9]The Yasoi[/colour] and the Eskandish.[/h3][/center]

In the early rays of the morning a young Yasoi sits under a tree in the Arboretum. The breeze is nice and cool, her hair is nice and braided hanging over her left shoulder. In her left hand, she has a grape, while in her right, sitting perfectly in the palm of her hand, is her pet Grapedragon. It bobs its head in anticipation for the grape, little embers erupting from its mouth. If it could talk, it would have properly said ‘feed me.’

[colour=#b08cc9]"Here you go sweetie. Just take your time eating it."[/colour] the grapedragon takes a bite of the grape that Esmi is holding, he even does a little happy dance while he's chewing. This makes Esmi giggle a little bit followed by a warm smile. Not wanting to leave Sage out she grabs another grape, she makes a subtle whistle. Sage pops her head out her top, sniffing the grape then taking it with its tiny hands.

Sven’s path often takes him through the Arboretum. It’s early and he’s more than a bit tired after too late a night up reading by candlelight. Then, he hears the distinct fluttering of a Grape Dragon’s wings. There is a girl under a tree. Sven blinks and looks her way, but he doesn’t recognize her. He’s been on campus long enough that most of the faces he sees are at least semi-familiar. With no class to be in this morning, he decides to wander over. “Cool Grape Dragon,” he opens. 

Startled at first, Esmi lifts her head to the direction of where that voice came from. A tall human walked towards her, questions raced through her head. Who is this person? What race is he? But from a quick scan of him, he didn't seem threatening to her, so she relaxed herself. [colour=#b08cc9]"Thank you. I've just got him. I haven't decided on a name for him yet."[/colour] Looking at her Grape Dragon with a big smile, she looks back to the stranger. [colour=#b08cc9]"You must really know your stuff. You were able to get what type of dragon he was just from a glance. Impressive. I'm Esmi'nesta'taware. I've just started. What's yours?"[/colour] she says with a polite tone and a warm smile.

She has an odd way of speaking but, then again, so does he. Sven notices, after a moment, that the girl is yasoi - though unusually small for one. “Oh, ahem. I’m Shven! Good to meet you.” He grins. “Dragonsh are my favourite thing in the world, to be honesht. Really, I like all animalsh, though.”

From the moment he said his name, or more how he pronounced it, she could tell that he had a speech impediment. Doing the polite thing and not bringing it up, she was able to understand him at least. [colour=#b08cc9]"Sven, that's a nice name."[/colour] She smiles. She scoots over to one side, offering Sven to sit next to her. [colour=#b08cc9]"I really like animals too. But you said you really like dragons, do you have a favourite one in particular?"[/colour] The grape dragon looked at Sven with its little eyes, unsure what to make of this person stealing his owner's attention. 

Sven scratched at the back of his head. “Well to be honesht, I know it’sh a weak answer, but I kinda like them all.” He sat beside her and made a specific motion with his fingers that mimicked the basic command for ‘feeding time’ that all of these store-sold dragons were taught. Then, he reached out with the Gift for Esmi’s grapes and, with an intense wash of magic, there were more: small and partially formed at first, and then bigger and complete. “Really,” he remarked, blushing slightly, “I shouldn’t be feeding them. They won’t shtop eating on their own. A grape dragon will eat itshelf to death if you let it.” He shook his head. “About fifteen to twenty-five grapesh should be enough, depending on how active it ish.” 

Then, he wondered something of his own. “Sho, you’re ash far from home ash me,” he observed. “Think it’sh worth shticking around? The food any good for a yashoi palate?”

Esmi looked at Sven based on the answer that he gave about his favourite dragon.[colour=#b08cc9]"It's a really difficult choice, isn't it? Still you did give me an answer."[/colour] from watching  Sven use his magic to alter the grape size, she was completely amazed by how he did it. [colour=#b08cc9]"Wow, that was amazing. You’re very talented."[/colour]She says with a joyful smile. Esmi listened to the advice that Sven gave about feeding the right amount of food towards a Grape Dragon. Just as well she only gave him one so far. She blushes a little [colour=#b08cc9]"Thank you for that knowledge, I'll make a note of it. Do you have any other advice that you could give? I'd appreciate It.[/colour]

Sitting next to Sven thinking about what he asked, being far from home. [colour=#b08cc9]"Yes. We are far away from our homes. The food isn't bad here. However, I think I'm doing the right thing. I'm looking for a solution to help cure aberration addiction in yasoi. I know it seems like a next to impossible task."[/colour] she has such a determination in her tone, [colour=#b08cc9]Apart from that, I want to try and be a doctor, or a vet and open my own clinic.[/colour] she pets her Grape Dragon by scratching it under its chin, from his expression he seems to like it. She turns to face Sven asking, [colour=#b08cc9]"What about you Sven?[/colour]

“I don’t know, to be honesht,” he admitted. “I jusht like learning new shtuff and this sheemed like the besht place to do it, but people are sho… shelfish here, jusht like in the resht of the world.” He shrugged. “Maybe I wanna change that, I guessh. If people were more honesht, kinda like animalsh, I think thingsh would be better.”

Esmi looked in awe based on Sven's response. It seemed  so noble, so pure hearted. She gently smiles at him [colour=#b08cc9]"I think that too. There are people who only look out for themselves,  hiding behind a mask that has a fake smile on it. Holding out a hand in friendship, while holding a knife with the other…well that's what I've been told. But I believe that there are more people like you out there, who want to make a difference.  A little light of empathy for the whole world."[/colour] a little frown comes across her face. Immediately after, she apologises to Sven thinking that she was rambling on. 

Sven blushed deeply. “I uh…” He swallowed. “Hehe. I’ve never heard it deshcribed like that.” He scratched behind one ear. “Thanksh. Don’t apologishe.” Time [i]was[/i], however, wasting, and he still had classes to get to. “But I [i]do[/i] have to go. Can’t shave the world if I’m too dumb to shave it!” He smirked, mimicking the act of shaving and not saving. He bounded to his feet. “Your firsht classh in Arc-en-Ciel, Gardiner’sh, or Balthazar? I’m walking that way. You should come,” he teased, “unlessh being late ish jusht a yashoi cultural thing.”

Esmi blushes from his sweet expression. From looking at him she gets a strange  feeling in her chest. Which immediately goes when he mentions classes, which cause her to scream in alarm. she leaps to her feet, almost in a panic, barely giving her Grape Dragon to crawl up her arm to her shoulders. [colour=#b08cc9]Oh no! I completely forgot about classes.[/colour] she tries to remember her classes and which she was in, she draws a blank then she immediately gets flustered and frustrated [Colour=#b08cc9"I can't remember where I am. Do you think that you can help me, please?[/colour]

Sven rolled his eyes. “Typical tree people. Here,” he offered with a melodramatic sigh, “let me shee your schedule.”

Esmi felt a little embarrassed that she forgot where she was for her classes. She reaches into a side pocket and pulls out a folded parchment that had the list of her classes. She opens it up, handing it over to Sven to see if he'll be able to help her find her classes. [colour=#b08cc9]"Thank you."[/colour] she says to him with a warm smile blushing at this kind gesture.

From reading it Sven was able to help her find her class, luckily it wasn't too far from his. He handed back the paper and offered to walk with him. Esmi decided to walk with Sven to class. The discussion they had along the way was sweet, both of them were smiling and having fun. Sven had escorted Esmi to her class; he had just enough time to make it to his. Before walking in, Esmi looked back at Sven leaving. She plucked up a little bit to ask. [colour=#b08cc9]"I… I had fun meeting you, we can hang out together some more if you want? Maybe after classes."[/colour] blushing from what she said in case it was taken the wrong way. Sven turned to look back at her and it seemed he blushed a little from her question. He gave a smile and said, "Of course." Then kept walking to his class. Esmi smiles, feeling relieved by his humble response. She readies herself to enter her class. She takes a deep breath, [colour=#b08cc9]"Here we go. You can do this."[/colour] taking a step forward she enters the class.