Avella'S Adventure In Prisalia
The Drunk Butterfly's
Avella swept the end of the brush on one of the pages of her journal. Finished the painting! Avella smiled widely, dropping her back on the thick meadow grasses. He lifted up his journal to observe his painting once more. This is the painting he loves the most this year.
But Avella's smile faded. The butterfly painting taking nectar from a flower is impressive. But how many times has he painted about butterflies? He wanted to paint other things he had never seen before. He wanted to catch other amazing animals on the pages of his book.
Avella is impatient to be fifteen. Mom said she could have an adventure at the time. He can get out of the village of Acclais and go wherever he wants.
Avella raised her legs on the tree stump, as she felt a gentle touch on the soles of her feet. He hurriedly got up, and was surprised to see a blue butterfly still perched on it while drawing nectar from the flowers that Avella put there.
“You're still here? Hahaha, you can go. I'm done painting you. Thanks!” said Avella while swiping her fingers on the butterfly's soft wings. However, the butterfly just shook its wings. His head was drowned in the scope of the crown of amsonia flowers. “Alright if you still want to enjoy your breakfast. No one likes it when breakfast is interrupted, I'm sure butterflies are like that too. Then I'll go first. I have to see Cysther, he can't be allowed to drown in his knit all day. You agree, right?”
Avella tidied up her books and painting equipment. After that, he walked away from the Meadow Shyskies. She lifted her skirt as soon as it passed through the stream. A frog sits on one of the rocks with its eyes closed. Only when Avella's feet accidentally splashed her with water did her eyes open, and she looked at Avella in annoyance.
Not far from the water flow, he arrived at a natural pond. Red fercue grass surrounded him. Avella headed for a bush point and brushed off the grass that was blocking it. There was a white oyster on the ground. Avella.
In the oyster, there was a pearl. Avella pressed him, and waited for a while.
The pool water started to ripple. Then a pink dome emerged from the water. A bridge is now emerging from the edge of the pond towards the dome. Avella waved her hand at Cysther who greeted her from one of the windows.
The houses in Acclais do each have their own uniqueness. Architects are one of the most advanced and competitive jobs in the country of Prisalia. Naturally, most Prisalians had the ability to design and build buildings. The ability is inherited by generations, so it is not surprising that the more years, the more unique buildings that appear.
And Avella wants to see it in person. He was not like Ashfern, his twin brother, who was satisfied just by looking at his picture in his father's architecture magazine. He wanted to see with his own eyes and explore with his own feet.
“Avella, come here, come in!” call Cysther from the doorway. His red hair adorned with tiny starfish waved in the wind.
Avella steps across the bridge to Cysther's house. The girl was waiting for him, and as usual, his hand could not be separated from the hakpen and the thread.
He showed Avella his knitted results during their walk in, a square blue field with a white floral motif. “I'll make a blanket. Do you think maybe I can make a house out of knit? Ah, I shouldn't have to ask, because it's impossible, right?”
“Of course you can! Nothing is impossible Cysther. Maybe you can design a house that mostly comes from knitting. I'd be happy to be inside a house like that all day.”
Cysther laughing. “I can't believe it. You always want to go out and have an adventure. Ah, what are you painting today?”
Upon arrival in Cysther's room, they sat on the carpet. As Avella opens her journal, her attention is distracted by Cysther's room condition. Cysther's room is always messy, but in a pleasant sense. The projects, namely square with floral motifs scattered on the floor. Cysther said he would put it all together and make it a blanket!
“Very good. You can already control the water. I admire you so much, you know. I am your number one admirer!”
Avella laughs. “I'm also your number one admirer, Cysther. I do admire everyone in Acclais, but the number of specials I specialise in for you.”
“You and your sweet mouth are very dangerous,” said Cysther.
“Oh yes, but something is strange. The butterfly remained in this position after I finished painting. When I told him to leave, he was silent. Even drowned her head in the flowers amsonia.”
“It was very strange indeed,” said Cysther, then his eyes narrowed. “Wait, you said amsonia flowers? Did you just pick it up?”
“No, I just don't know what to paint in the Shyskies. So I brought nothing but my equipment. I found it among the grass.”
“He's drunk!” laughter Cysther. “You make a butterfly drunk. You know, maybe it's been picked by little kids for a long time and the nectar is starting to ferment. I imagine a butterfly whose life problems are too strange to drown in bottles of whisky. But what is the problem of life for a butterfly? I'm so envious that they don't have to feel clunky when socializing.”
“Maybe very strange problems, such as wanting to overthrow the monarchical butterfly arbitrarily,” said Avella, who made Cysther laugh. “But I hope he can get temporary happiness from hallucinations while drunk.”
The two girls have different personalities. Cysther's happier inside the house. He might be inside the house forever if there's no Avella to take him out. Meanwhile, Avella loves to explore. He wanted to know everything and aspired to surround Prisalia. But those differences don't make them feel alien to each other.
“Avella, the plan is what do you want to do after we are 15 years?” ask Cysther.
Avella's face flushed. He likes to talk about his dreams, especially with friends as good as Cysther. “I want to go from Acclais, Avella. I know this village is a lot of fun, but I want to see the world. I wonder how the people out there are, and what plants I'm going to meet, and what impressive animals I haven't seen. How about you?”
“I think I'm going to study with Professor Atlas.”
“Who is he? I mean, I don't know him, because you know, right, I've never seen a guru.” catalog
The education system in Prisalia is unique. Children aged 8-14 years will study with a teacher of their own choice. The lessons are general and basic. By the age of 15, they are considered adults, so they can determine their own interests. For those who still want to study, specialist teachers are being offered to them in the teacher catalog, and the learning system will follow how the teachers will. But for those who want to see the world is also allowed, because Prisalia believes that experience will foster the best knowledge.
Cysther smiled understandingly. “He is a Professor who is pursuing marine field,” he said, then leaned his forehead on his palm. “Actually I don't know. I only think about knitting and studying the sea. Knitting is something I love in this world, but I'm afraid it won't be fun to study with a teacher. If it's marine, I really like it, but what if it's actually a habitual feeling? Because ... see my house, I was even in the house under the water with the theme of the deep sea. Actually, I've been thinking about this for a long time, and after I tell you, it sounds ridiculous.”
“Not ridiculous at all. But I think I know what makes it easier for you to choose. You should come with me on an adventure!” avella said with a twinkle in her eye, in stark contrast to the twinkle of unbelief in Cysther's eye.