I AM SO LATE!

"I AM SO LATE! I AM SO LATE! I AM SO LATE!"

The Nylop came barging in through the door, screaming, tripping and falling snout first into the floor, his signature move! Drops of paint spilling everywhere, up and around the counters due to the ruckus the little one was making. After minutes of pleading and getting ̶c̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ scolded by Atlas' for crashing through his door and trying to join very late on his class, the Astralit decided to give Arthemis one chance to redeem himself. I guess teaching another one (and teaching a lesson) couldn't hurt...

"Very well, you may do one of my assignments. What do you know about... Spectrum berries? - he asked, followed by a little noise of the still-slightly-spooked grey thing on his shoulder - Those berries are useful for making paints and washes, and I could use a couple more since a little finley made a mess around my shop."

He looked up with a rather bashful look, his fur still speckled with dozens of colors. "Blegh! They look funny but taste awful!"

"Well, Arthemis, I will need a handful of those berries, you have until d-" the tiny csirkatrice interrupted him with three peeps before staring down at the child "Mmhmm, that would be fun! Seems like you don't have until dawn, but instead... thirty minutes to grab the berries. Have fun!"

HIS EYES WIDENED IN SHOCK, That's barely time to breathe!? How will I get those berries!? Will I make it back in time!? oh no oh no oh n-He then saw Atlas pointing over a hill and bolted there as quickly as he entered, not even bothering to ask where to look.

After running up that hill he scanned around, panting with the ears perked up, trying to find anything that would resemble a spectrum berry bush, or at least he hoped, he forgot to look at the books before leaving home, but at last, he did. Even though most of the bushes had already been picked by the other finley during the month, there were still a couple left.

He rushed down, grabbed a handful and started making the way back, faster than ever, his little paws barely gripping the soil underneath as he sped his way through the city. With Atlas' Trading Post in sight he made a last push, he was gonna ace that lesson, it's gonna be the best paint ever made in his class! "I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna mak-". . .

He then tripped and busted down the door... Again.