"One...two...and three..." he lined up his pencils, and stared at each one intently as if they might suddenly disappear from view. He then sat up straight and looked at his desk. Each item placed in one specific spot, this was how he choose to prepare for his mornings. Oh yes, along with a hot cup of carrot juice. Mm, nice and warmed up. He lifted his mug, and inhaled the empowering scent, his eyes fluttering a little as he did so. Needed more cinnamon though. He set out to remedy this, and shortly returned with a big grin on his face.

All was right in the world. Now time for the little trolls to come in and harrass him. To draw on his tables, rip out pages in his books, whisper obscenities, and his least favorite....make love in the back of his library. It horrified him. But this was...St. Gabrielles in a nutshell, and he was learning how to control his environment. It also helped that most of the school was afraid of him, so all he had to do was hover and most students began to pack their belongings.

Arkarian reached over from his pile of books, plucking a particular one from the very top, and opening it with interest. A book on trees, called From Alphine Firs to Zebrawood. He felt like a kid on Christmas, he slipped it open and leaned close, so that his face was almost quite literally buried between the pages. He loved the smell of a new book. He'd just ordered this one from Amazon, and boy was he amused. Trees were just so perplexing, but in the best kind of way. Almost like people. They had genders, there were so many types, and each one had a particular trait that made it...special.

He reached for his mug of hot carrot juice, bringing it to his lips and ignoring the on coming traffic of students filing inside of the library. Some of them peeked at Arkarian with concern, while others did their best to ignore him. Every now and then he'd peak over said book, to watch people. He'd found most of the boys here were more or less the same. Of course, you had your select view that loved going to the library to read. But there were the troublemakers who just wanted a few kicks, and found that stressing Arkarian was a good idea.

Deciding that everyone was on their best behavior, he ducked his head back down and scanned the pages almost inhumanely impossible. A lovely skill he happened to acquire, being as what he liked to call 'The King of all Things Literature'. If he ever did get friends, he HOPED they would call him that. Oh well. Human companionship brought more trouble than it did pleasure. So he had wisely pieced together, after years of trying to understand these creatures. There was certainly no book that could help with that, he knew that. For now he would just stick to trees.