<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7a/a6/57/7aa657f4f97fe5b8c169d5d05c133b5f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Barauil Ceiba (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=342209.msg16184234#msg16184234)<br/><strong>Grade:</strong>4th Basilisk<br/><strong>Track:</strong>Plants<br/><strong>Time|Date:</strong>May 1st, Early morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Energized and Excited<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Observation Gardens<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Dawn wasn't an especially early hour to be up for Barauil. It was his normal practice to be awake to greet the sun; meditating as it rose over the horizon; moss green eyes bright and open wide to take in the morning light. It was this first hour of sunlight, when the harsh UV rays were muted enough to really absorb that warm new energy that the great ball of light gave off, without significant eye damage. And the forest dweller loved to bask in that energy.<br/>But today Barauil was awake especially early, having already enjoyed a breakfast of blood-beats, itchy-pears, and a crabbyapple, with a mug of fresh morning dew to wash it down, and packed the last of his things. He still had time to meet the sun as it climbed into the sky<br/><em>"MARRARVAK!"</em><br/><br/>Barauil had arrived at the school long before the celebration had begun. After all, he had lots of pots and planters to place and hang. As per usual he had a room to himself. Not that he had requested it. But when they had given him a roommate his first year it didn't work out. They were always complaining about this or that<em>"He keeps the windows open through the entire rain storm…"</em><em>"...that lemur keeps correcting my homework…"</em>and he gets soil on<em>everything.</em><br/>Eventually the school threatened to make him sleep in a cold, dark, basement storeroom…which Barauil was surprisingly happy with. No more complaining roommate, there was a nice patch of the floor that had broken over the years revealing the bare earth underneath. Even without a window he felt quite comfortable. So it was a little disappointing when they refused to let him stay in the same room the next year, but supposedly the ironbark tree he had grown through the floor had been a Titan's headache to get out.<br/><br/>With his room set up the way he liked it - with the window open - he decided to join the festivities down in the garden. In a nice shady spot, just outside of the clamor of arriving students and celebrators, Barauil was down on his knees in front of a shrub. He had dug out a little hole in the ground and held a tiny seed between his fingers. His other thumb he had stuck in his mouth, swishing it around to get good and moist. When his thumb was glistening with saliva, he stuck the seed into the little hole and used his wet thumb to push it gently into the dirt as he whispered ancient words filled with magic. When he pulled his thumb out of the ground he proceeded to cover the hole with the remaining dirt before sitting back and brushing his hands clean.<br/>His green eyes focused on the little mound while his lips curled into an anticipating grin.<br/><br/>"Come on…you're ready to come out…time to see the sun – There you are!"<br/>While he spoke encouraging words to the little mound a sprout popped up out of the dirt. Barauil would continue to lend his positive energy to the little plant as it grew bigger, sprouted more vines followed by buds. In no time one of those buds sprouted into a little red fruit that didn't stay little for long. It began to swell, as did Barauil's eyes. Soon the strawmato he had grown was the size of his fist. Plump red and clearly juicy just from the sight. Raising his hands to the sun Barauil called out,<br/><em>"Marrarvak!"</em><br/>Before plucking the fruit from the vine, that had continued to grow, and sitting down cross-legged in the grass now facing all the people mingling in the celebration.<br/><br/>He saw fellow students he knew and expected to go say hello to them soon. But he supposed it was still early, so he had time to enjoy his lunch. Taking a bit of the fruit he let his eyes roll in delight while having to slurp up the extra juice that threatened to drip out. "I told you this was a good seed…" he said to Sannhi as the lemur on his shoulder reached out to his hand to pull the fruit up to her level so she could make her own determination of its deliciousness.<br/>