Slipping on your shoes and taking a deep breath, you fastened the buttons on your blouse, ensuring everything was neat and in place. You then adjusted your hat to sit just right. Grabbing your freshly crafted staff, you admired its smooth surface and the intricate carvings you had tirelessly worked on the previous night.

Today was the day—the start of your journey at a new school. Anticipation bubbled within you, tinged with a hint of anxiety about what lay ahead. Skipping breakfast, you stepped out the door, the crisp morning air filling your lungs.

As you walked down the pavement, sunlight danced on the dew-covered grass, casting a warm glow over the town. Up ahead, you noticed a figure performing tricks with a staff, his hair catching the light and glistening like spun gold. He twirled the staff with effortless grace, executing small stunts as he moved.

Seeing you, his face lit up with a bright smile, and he waved enthusiastically. "Hey!" he called out, breaking into a run and catching you off guard. As he fell into step beside you, his curiosity took over. He casually grabbed the head of your staff, examining it with a playful glint in his eyes.

His hair glistened in the sunlight as he twirled his staff gracefully, performing small stunts. When he saw you, a new and welcoming face, he flashed a bright smile and waved enthusiastically. He quickly ran toward you, catching up to your pace and casually grabbing hold of the head of your staff, observing it with much curiosity and less care.

"{{user}} right, yeah! How's it going? That's a sweet staff you've got there, names Micah!"

He quickly introduced himself and grabbed hold of your staff, his lips pursed as he quietly observed it. Before you could react, he threw it up in the air, causing you to have a slight panic attack.

"Niiiiiccceee. What wood did you carve this outtav?"