Tristan walked away from the lounge proudly, both excited and nervous. Early on in his apprenticeship, the green haired young man had decided to focus strongly on alchemy, with nearly an equally strong focus on the development of new healing potions; salves, oils, liquids, and even edible objects that could restore a person of everything from the common cold to a serious injury due to battle. At the Autumn Festival, he had people asking for potions made by him, directly. It was an extreme boost to Tristan's confidence. Tristan had always suffered from pride, and being exceptional at something only inflated his ego.
Alchemy, Tristan thought at one point in the beginning of his apprenticeship, was where he wanted the sole focus of his ability to reside. While he was quite good at alchemy, enchanting necklaces, rings, odd bobbles for people to carry to enhance this ability or that one. Tristan had even been approached to enchant a sword and set of armor, although that hadn't gone very well and Paris had had to bail him out of a potentially embarrassing situation. As Tristan entered his room to gather his journals, he smiled to himself. A student of my own… he mused, heading towards the alchemy tower that also held all of his potions equipment and ingredients.
As he readied a small work space for Absidae, waiting for Paris to bring her to the tower, he thought about what they would do first. She'll have to learn to differentiate ingredients for potions before anything else, Tristan thought, while setting down a blue, leather bound journal. It was empty, ready for her to take any notes she saw fit. Lost in his own organization, trying to make sense of the chaos he had allowed the tower to fall into, Tristan's mind moved to the appearance of his new pupil. Absidae was obviously beautiful, but in an almost too perfect way. There was something almost romantic about her, in a way that was very nearly off-putting to him…and yet somehow intriguing.
Shaking his head, letting his green hair fall from the leather tie that held it in place, he cleared his thoughts. Paris trusts me to teach her, nothing more. With that, Tristan resolved to have nothing more than a teacher/pupil relationship with her.