Pisoen

01:00
Realm walked across the library, together with Nathalia and Nick. He caught the angry look from Selara Crypt when they walked by.

"Her problem is with us not with you Realm." Nick's hand landed on his shoulder. They walked in to the classroom. "Nick are you going to sit with us?" Nathalia looked at Nick who was shacking his head. "No Realm, but i need to keep my distance from Fathalia here." Nathalia growed. "Stop calling me that, Nick." Realm frowned. "Nick why do you call her that?" Nick shook his shoulders. "I'm just cheesing her, and I'm the only one who is allowed to do that." Realm looked at him. "How come?"
"She is my cousin." Realm looked between the two. The door of the classroom closed.

"Alright class it is time to settle down, I know you already got a lot of lessons during this evening. But that doesn't mean we are going to slack." The Professor stood with her arms folded in the front of the classroom. "How can translate this? Satebl cremana nita." Realm raised his hand, the professor nodded to him. "Beautyfull flower blooms?" The professor nodded. "That is correct, it is the beginning of an old poem in Pisoen. So your task for today will be to write down a poem of your own, in Pisoen." A few grunts filled the room. "Be glad that this is your assignment. I also could let you all translate a book or a poem. But now you can create one yourself." Still the grunting wouldn't stop. Realm looked at Nathalia who already was busy writing. He was getting a smile when he saw that, he looked away from her and his gaze want to Nick how was also busy writing. Realm took a notebook out off his bag together with his dictionary and started writing.
The schoolbell ring, the lesson was over. "Alright, i want those poems on my desk before you leave for music." The whole class stood up and walked to the desk of the professor. Nick was one of the large group, Nathalia and Realm waited until the group left the class. They stood up left their poems on the desk and left the classroom.