Perched on a stool in one corner of the alchemy laboratory, Adrien waited for Val as he prepared their next lesson. Books piled on the table as Val abandoned one idea after another in search for a recipe he deemed suitable for that day; he unceremoniously shoved away a bowl of magical crystals to make more room for his next lead. A dusty sunbeam swirled over his hands; where it touched the light patterns pulsing over his skin, it transformed into blue smoke.