Sith Shadow of Kor’ethyr
There was a bit of a rush after one student's learning opportunity caused several others to obtain more protective equipment, bulking up their armaments against these clearly volatile specimens. Kivah proposed a very clever tactic for extracting venom.
Adean Castor
"Tavis" made a very astute observation regarding the fact that a desert flower might struggle in such a humid environment. Unbeknownst to her and probably every other student here, this was a safety measure.The acid spitting specimens A'Mia had chosen for dissection and harvest were deadly in their natural habit, with the ability to melt flesh from bone in seconds if they resided in arid desert. By bringing the spitting terrors into a more humid environment a few days prior, A'Mia had ensured their acid wouldn't be nearly as potent. This was so that her students might still learn caution but she wouldn't be required to fill out a bunch of tedious death reports.
She overheard excellent discussion at several tables and remained very satisfied with
Leshanna
et al, her young protégé had accurately guessed the effect of the humidity. They'd almost certainly work out a solid plan for each botanical before them. The professor's primary attention remained focused on the two ruffians at the back of the class. A'Mia loomed a bit higher, body stretching as she observed the shimmer of energy around
Varin Mortifer
and intense curiosity piqued at what she saw. The incessant buzzing from whatever clandestine communication
Lysander von Ascania
was having in her classroom finally caused the woman to react. Like a whip and lightning fast, a vine shot forward to nab the tablet and coil it in an iron grip, putting a pause to any responses the boy might have for
Sibylla Abrantes
."Focus is paramount for these tasks, lest you need your corneas regrown like your classmate," A'Mia chided to forestall any backtalk.
Her piercing gaze remained affixed to Varin though, studying the outline of something over his shoulder. There had been a great up-welling of darkness there that both belonged to the boy, and was something more than the novice could hope to fully grasp. His method for collecting acid was... unusual to say the least. However, the arboreal professor's interest in him suddenly had nothing to do with his botany skills. She brought up her own datapad, rapidly searching through the student roster- attempting to determine who the boy was and who he was sponsored by.