#leetabloia

[insolitus-academy]

Teacher Tablo will supervise the Flower festival.

[gina-ia-blog]

He pauses before he crosses her, taking a moment to turn on his heel and allow his fingers to align and wave in a small, insignificant gesture. "Hello," he greeted with a nod of his head, "I'm Mr. Lee, or you can just call me Seonwoong. I work as the Manipulation teacher here at the Academy, so I suppose we'll be working alongside one another. Do you need any help settling in?"

She smiles at the man as he waves to her. "Hello Seonwoong-ssi. It's nice to meet you. Im Gina. I was actually very interested in your position when I found out about this school. Ill admit I was abit disappointed the spot was taken, but Im sure Ill enjoy stealth just as much." She chuckles softly. "Really I have everything settled but the grounds are a bit hard to navigate. Would you care to show me around a bit?"

[mumjxiah]

Is it the Cosmos and her unspoken tale of kaleidoscopic fate? Could she be what had made you; swathed you in the primeval gorgeousness you so effortlessly claim your own? I think not, because I know these things; I know the stars as I know the night, and I know the sun as I know daybreak. You, are inconceivable; you are perfect, you are beauty bordered by no definition. So I have come to know that it is you who created you; your beauty is your own, your thoughts, your soul. You, I want to claim.

[mumjxiah]

And I would wonder if the moon was what shaped you; secreting her light in timid whispers spilled boundlessly, verily into the pith of your soul, only to realize that could not be so. For the moon and all her stars gleam no glow that could ever rival your own. So what could it be, the ever blazing Sun and his furious rays of empyrean loving? Surely not them, because within you is nestled a flame too vivid to be captured by the sight of earthen men. (1)

[mumjxiah]

> Tablo. ;

{--frustrated, annoyed and visibly in distress, the young woman attempts to calm herself as she passes through the small shops that are kept close to the vendors that are aligned along the length of the cobble-stoned street. The woman pulls down her sun hat, her face half hidden except for the curvature of her lips as they press together. Yet abruptly she stops. The male before her visibly being in her way as his eyes appear distracted at some sort of object or creature in the distance. Following his line of vision, she looks in that direction. Yet pauses, suddenly distracted by post cards in a stand. Her eyes stay fixated upon the image, and her expression itself softens.}