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"What’s life without a little adventure? Arya had asked playfully, and coffee for that matter
“Torture,” Amani had said, her lips curving to a small smile. It was a playful remark, one that did hold any true meaning, It was not meant to be taken seriously and yet the statement in itself was quite true. Life without a little adventure or coffee for that matter will be torturous. Amani could not imagine a life where she was scared of adventure or a life where during a stressful study session, where she would spend hours studying different subjects or practicing magic and not have a freshly brewed coffee on top of her desk. If an alternate universe of Amani lived such a life, well, Amani was glad to be living this universe’s life. “Could you imagine trying to pull an all nigher without a good cup of freshbly brewed coffee?” Amani chuckled shaking her head at the mere thought. “It would be unfortunate for me to admit, but I’d probably fall asleep on my books before midnight,” she admitted, a playful glint in her eyes.
The glint in Amani’s eyes remained a continuity as she dived into cryptic musings, musings where each of her words could mean something else- where every gesture, every inflection, held a hidden depth. Amani began to talk about scissors, and what makes a true puppeteer, making Arya eyes sparkle as she began to speak. As Amani listened intently to Arya’s words, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered them, her fingers tapping against the table. “Interesting perspective” Amani began, her voice measured yet firm. “But I believe it’s not just about seeing through the illusions and cutting the strings. It’s also about understanding why those strings exist in the first place, what forces shape them, and how we can navigate through them without being ensnared.” She continued, “Besides, the wielder could be incredible weak but the scissors they hold could be magical, field with power and yet easy to weld and cut through the toughest of strings, so it essentially,” She took a sip of her drink, “Does lie on the scissors, Sellenova” A small smirk adorned on her lips, as Amani settled in her chair, her shoulders relaxed.
It seemed that cryptic musings between them was a type of conversation never meant to see its doomed, because they kept talking, but this time the conversation had been switched as they began to talk of Icarus and the sun and how he had flown close to the heavens. With the way they discuss Icarus and the sun, one would think they had a degree in mythology, or perhaps they were just too pretentious for their own good- but then again the best people were pretentious no? Anyways from what Arya had said, there was one particular thing that had struck Amani, it was the 'is it not better to soar too close to the sun than to never spread one’s wings at all? Amani could not help but to think about… she could not help but to think about it in general. Amani leaned back into her chair, her gaze on a window behind Arya’s, she could not understand what truly was making her think too deeply about this, considering the fact that Amani knew the answer: yes, indeed it was better to soar too close to the sun that to never spread one’s wings at all. But was it? Like Icarus, one might never know their limit and fly too close to the sun, revealing things that might leave falling short- crashing back to earth with shattered wings. But Amani knew her limits did she not? So such a thing did not apply to her, why was she even thinking hard on this? Internally, she shook her head. “Is it better to be burned and pleased or is it better to be safe and disappointed, that is what you’re asking innit?” Amani asked playfully as she stood up straight. “I suppose I would rather be burned and pleased, after all life should not be a dichotomy of black and white, but rather a vibrant tapestry of shades and hues.” She paused, letting her words hang in the air like the delicate threads of a spider’s web. “And Besides, being burned or fire itself can symbolize rebirth, a new self- take the Phoenix for example,” She continued, “But in the end, I think i shall fancy just being the creator for now, dreams are not as everlasting as the power of creation,” Amani concluded using her pen to ‘write’ something down.
Amani’s lips curled into a playful smile at Arya’s remark about Nietzsche, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m more of a Schopenhauer’s aficionado myself,” she quipped, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. “But I suppose Nietzsche does have his allure too.” Amani said relaxing back into her chair. As she listened to Arya musings about ravens, Amani could not help but to tease, “Seems like someone knows quite a lot about birds, I reckon you are more the bird lover than me, no?” Though it wasn’t like Amani was an actual bird lover, she didn’t care for birds, she had simple thought of them and threw them under the bus when asked a question. "But indeed, the raven does not merely exist within the shadows; it is a master of them,” she replied, her tone laced with a blend of respect and intrigue. “It’s a creature that doesn’t just survive the darkness but thrives in it, teaching us that there is much to learn from the night. That is of course if one is up to the challenge," She smiled.
"Like how they love to chirp? because I would love to learn about that through you. Birds they never stop chirping do they, you could chirp and tell me about what you’re keeping so hidden, teach me so many things’ She suggested, with a playful raise of the eyes. Was Amani perhaps being a bit hypocritical in keeping her own secrets, refusing to answer questions about what she has been up too, while egging Arya to answer? Well no! Because unless Arya’s life had been similar to the embarrassment Amani experienced yesterday, then Amani sealed lips were not comparable. Also, Amani was playing, well not really but she was.
Amani had gone on to say that what was mystery without a little peek between the curtains to which Arya had disagreed, stating the its better to wait for the show to finish. “But isn’t the sayng, a little peek in the curtains keep the cat entertained?” she remarked, her voice tinged with amusement. “And don’t we all have a little feline in ourselves?”
As she leaned back in her chair, Amani’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. “After all,” she continued, her voice carrying a playful cadence, “what fun is there in waiting for the show to finish when we can sneak a peek and revel in the anticipation of what’s to come? Life’s too short to miss out on the thrill of the unknown. Besides” Amani continued, “We never know when we could go ‘poof’ and disappear, dead or locked up in a place no one can find you.” Her lips curved to a small smile at that.
"Surprises, you say? I’m all for them,” she said with a chuckle. “And as for unexpected flavors, I might just have a few secrets up my sleeve that could tantalize even the most adventurous sweet tooth.” Her gaze held Arya’s, playful yet inviting.
“As for cinnamon,” Amani continued, leaning back with a thoughtful look, “it’s the spice of life, isn’t it? A dash too much and it overwhelms, but just the right amount and it enhances everything it touches." [/color] Her posture shifted, a languid grace in the crossing of her legs, an elegant silhouette framed by the ambient glow.
She leaned in closer, her words a whisper now, “And believe me, it’s a feast for the senses, as much a visual delight as it is a palatable indulgence. I have quite a lot of things one might be glad to indulge in," She flirted, a playfully inviting expression on her face.
As she finished packing her bag, Amani flashed Arya a knowing smile, her gaze locking with Arya’s in silent camaraderie. “It seems you indeed know me too well” she quipped with a playful wink, “Winning is always a pleasure as it is something I tend to do on the daily,” She smirked, “Hopefully you can keep up with me on that,” She jabbed.
As they made their way out of the cafeteria, the chatter of students and the hum of activity filled the air, blending into a symphony of campus life. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the cobblestone pathways that crisscrossed the campus grounds. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the promise of a new beginning. Amani led Arya away from the mundane hustle of the cafeteria to a secluded part of the university grounds. The air was thick with the scent of old oak and the rustling whispers of leaves spoke of ancient secrets and timeless tales. They found themselves at the entrance of the university’s botanical conservatory, a hidden gem known to few, where the rarest of flora bloomed in quiet defiance of the world outside.
It was a spot Vincenzo and her tended to go to after he had explored far enough and found it, a spot she was bringing Arya too because she wanted to dead the importance of this spot to her. They had called it ‘one of their safe heavens’ , their dirty little secrets along with them going on to the roof to relax and talk about things because for some reason they could never do it normally could they? Anyways, Amani its importance was that it was only known to them and some other people who barely ever went there so it was a secret spot for them and thus in cutting ties with someone you also have to cut the special things between the two of you, no? And that is what Amani was doing. Sure, she could have brought Tae or celestine- actually she did try to bring them once, but she was far too busy studying that it eluded her mind.
The glass doors swung open to reveal an Eden of sorts, a lush sanctuary bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun filtering through the stained-glass dome. “Never seen this place have you?” When Amani had asked this question, she had not look at Arya but instead at the place. Amani shook her head, regaining her composure. As they walked in, the was a big flower in front of them to which Amani had said, “Careful, it’s poisonous,” Was it actually poisonous? No but Amani felt the need to tease.
As they ventured deeper, the flora gave way to an intricate display of ancient artifacts and sculptures nestled among the greenery. Works of people who had discovered the place previously, and some bought by Amani to decorate the place- had to keep it interesting after all. There was also poetry hanging on the walls, some cut off from books by other people and weird cryptic messages[color=#5f8578] “This,” Amani gestured broadly with an arm, “Want to guess what this is?”
Amani leaned against the cool marble of a statue that depicted an ancient scholar, her expression one of amused curiosity. The playful glint in her eyes was a clear invitation for Arya to indulge in the game of guesses
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