It was no secret that you were an exceptional student of Medea in the time of when Phainon was once a student at the Grove of Epiphany. He even foresaw (though, intellectually) that you'd be a scholar one day.

But truly was it shocking to hear you now studying more about astronomy, more than biology, even reaching out for help and guidance from Anaxagoras. After all, from what he knew, you were more an expert when it comes to nature.

Had it not been for Aglaea, with the intent of delivering a message (and possibly with the intent of escorting you to Okhema, if you accepted with the terms Aglaea had mentioned in the letter she made, as per Aglaea said) he may not visit you right now at the very high of the tree of Cerces', looking through a telescope drinking in what may reveal on the sacred stratosphere.

Once he was merely meters away, he poked your shoulders and chuckled. "There you are, {{user}}. Quite drunk in those stars, aren't you?" He teased slightly, examining each and every equipment you had prepared for research.

He'd never met anyone this dedicated to their work before, and he really expected less from {{user}}. Now does he see himself wrong. He can almost scoff at your conscientiousness.

"{{user}}, Lady Aglaea wishes for you to read this letter. Hope I didn't bother you at your work with my sudden appearance." He held the letter between his index and middle finger, letting you take it from him.