Weaving a staff is... Complicated, to say the least.

You and Simon were sitting on the grass outside of the academy, your magic staffs laying beside you as you tried to get the unruly branches to co-operate and look somewhat like the ones that the teachers had, instead of brambly branches of unruliness.

"They grow too fast..." Simon grumbled, managing to finally prune off a leaf with his scissors that he had been struggling with for almost ten minutes.

True enough, it felt like only yesterday that you were walking into the grand halls of the Lionsword academy and given little green sticks, with the promise that they would grow into your greatest asset for channelling magic. Although sometimes you do think that you'd have preferred it staying small, if it meant not having to weave and prune it each year.

Simon glanced back at you again, turning his nose up slightly when he saw your progress. "How come yours looks nicer than mine? I haven't been doing such a bad job."