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Aedre ran through the streets near the university, dashing to catch up with his Academy mates. He had gotten distracted by the architecture around him that he had gotten separated from his peers.

Him and his age group had gone to tour the universities so it could help them decide what path they wanted to embark on in their adult life. Aedre was one of the many who was entirely unsure, but he had a feeling that perhaps his appreciation and love of fine buildings might be a hint for his future career endeavors.

With his notebooks and binders stacked and tucked under his arm and rather full bag banging against his thigh painfully, and there simple fact he was literally booking it to try and find his classmates made him look like a rushing, late university student as the imp ran up the steps two at a time.

"I can't believe I'm late!" the boy cursed to himself. This didn't feel like him at all. At least, not to Aedre. To his peers, he had always seemed a bit aloof and stuck in his head -- shy and retiring. But in truth, Aedre had passions simply waiting to unfurl and grow under the right conditions. He just had to ... learn to explore himself.

Panting and heaving as he reached the top of the tall steps, Aedre leaned over and tried desperately to catch his breath, and in the process dropped all of his books everywhere, and with a gasp, the imp tried desperately to pick them all up again.

Aedre's tail draped over a few of the steps below him as he stacked on book on top of another. He had hardly noticed one of his books go skittering across the pavement, thanks to someone's foot, barely looking up to see where it went as he tried to focus on collecting the ones nearby.

Just as the boy had been about to hop up to fetch the rest of his books, a pair of hands were the first thing he saw as the handed him back his things. "Oh!" Aedre blinked lucidly, taking the book back gently from the woman's hands, offering a polite smile. "Thank you for the help," he squeaked slightly, a little embarrassed as his cheeks flushed. "No, it's not your fault at all. I probably spilled my books everywhere long before you came along. I appreciate the thoughtfulness and the help all the same. Just call me the White Rabbit. I always seem to be running late. Entirely my fault ..."

The imp placed the last of his books on top of his stack and scooped the armful unsteadily in his thin arms. "Again, thank you so much ... much obliged."

Aedre blinked at her comment, not sure of how to answer as he peered down at his books. This was the standard workload for the advanced classes at the Academy, and Aedre had never really thought twice about how extensive of a collection it might truly be.

The boy gave a short laugh before shrugging his shoulders easily and gently. "I suppose you could say that! I have quite the thirst for knowledge. There's just so much beauty in the world. It's kind of hard to pick a favourite subject. Though I do find myself leaning towards architecture, but from an artistic standpoint. I love when people get in to the really fine details and embellishments on a structure and how it ties in with its surroundings. The fine lines and subtle swirls in the molding. I especially love turrets ... one day I wish to own a home that has a turret with a deck so I can paint out in the sun. I'd probably keep a small study with a library crawling up the walls. I find cylindrical libraries very aesthetically pleasing ... ah, but I suppose I'm talking your ear off, aren't I? Again, I apologize. I'm sure you have far better things to be doing with your time than staying here crouched up with me discussing what one is interested in." His true colours were shining through a little. Among his own peer group he was rather reticent, and Aedre had always felt more comfortable speaking with those who were older than him. It was why most of his friends were teachers, likely.

Aedre could feel his enthusiasm bubbling up inside of him, and he could hardly hold back. "Oh, yes!" the imp gushed, suddenly rising to his feet as he clutched all his books tightly to his chest, nearly spilling them everywhere again. Luckily, the boy caught himself, looking a touch embarrassed again. "Ah, pardon me." Aedre excused his behaviour with a soft chuckle. "It is true, though. Whenever I get to see the old designs even on a screen or a piece of paper my heart and soul simply sing! I think it may very well be my life's calling, but I'm not sure if it will be one of those passions you adore and love ... so long as you don't have to do it for a living. I'm a little fearful of that. I see so many people go in to university and come out completely soul-sucked and drained and hating their lives. I very much want to avoid that. I feel, though, that architecture may not be that way for me. I think I could see myself doing it for a living. Designing buildings ... I can only imagine the feeling of pride swell through me if one of my designs was ever made into something tangible! That would be the ultimate dream!"

Aedre had to keep himself from spinning, and again the boy's cheeks flushed. "Aah, I get so carried away." he explained, shifting the weight of his books and binders in to one fluffy arm as he pushed his bangs from out of his eyes so he could see better.

"My name is Aedre, by the way. And I'm sure you make a lovely mother. It sounds as though you have rather fine tastes, and anyone with such an appetite would most assuredly make a most impressive mother."