Kadaj rummaged through the forest holding a single folded piece of paper.  On it there was a picture of a vine with white flowers growing from it; an assignment from his botany teacher.  He hated botany, but then he hated most things for he knew that in time everything would become one tedium after another.  You see Kadaj was an Ifrit, and while able to be killed by means of magic, old age would never be his.  Knowing this he actually dreaded the passage of time knowing that attachments would come and go.  To avoid this he decided at a very young age to not care about anything, only to seek enjoyment where he could.  And what provides the most joy for an all but immortal creature made of fire?  Well, it certainly wasn't rummaging through the forest looking for some flower.<br/><br/>With a scoff Kadaj folded the paper and placed it in his pocket.  He knew the vine well, there were plenty around the cave entrance that lead to the depths his family called home.  Honeysuckle the humans called it, but he hadn't recalled seeing one around the school ever.  Looking for something once seen, but nowhere to be found when you want it.  Kadaj only shrugged.  If the teacher had assigned it to him, then he would find it eventually.  The smell alone would tell him he was close.  Crunching through the dead leaves he trekked deeper into the thicket.<br/><br/>He had been assigned a group to stay with by the teacher, on the insistence of the principal.  Upon arriving to the forest however they had all gone their separate ways.  This suited Kadaj well, especially considering that one of his team members was a water mage.  It was funny though, the more he thought about the possibility of actually getting hurt, the more he felt a sense of both intrigue, and dread where this one mage was concerned.  It was a new feeling for him, and one he wasn't keen on letting anyone in on.  However, thoughts like this could wait.  For now he was Alice, tumbling deeper into the rabbit hole of the forest.  Deeper and deeper still until he happened upon the other male of the group.  A boy named Hideo.<br/><br/>With a pause he looked the other boy over.  He seemed ... worried about something.  Pulling his ever present headphones from his ear, music still blaring Kadaj spoke softly.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Hey man, you OK?  Find your flower?"</span>He hadn't heard Hideo calling for him, the music had been too loud for that.