After prowling the secret garden area for most of the day, Neihem had finally found a cozy spot hidden amidst an overgrown section of the garden for him to make his new home. A small growth of trees and underbrush seemed to sprout new buds and shoots as Neihem worked his way into their midst, branches intertwining above to form a crude sort of roof and tall grasses lying over and weaving themselves together at one end to form a soft place for him and Ashuur to rest. "Yes, this will do nicely," he mused as he began laying out his effects needed to start classes. After nestling his cache of wine and refilling his flask, he set about putting to order all of his potion-making accoutrements, the stone mortar and pestle, and his obsidian dagger.
The gryphon immediately went to the grassy bed, curled around himself and went to sleep. "Rest well, my old friend. We have busy times ahead," he crooned to the small black shadow. He then hefted his ever-present staff and made his way back amongst the confounding human hallways. Near the registration office he posted the signup for his classes to begin. He hoped in earnest that the students and staff of Caislin Hallows were more open to the great mother than most of the folks he had met on his journeys. The Great Spirits knew she could use all the help she could get.
The small clipboard left swinging on the wall, Neihem once more uncapped his flask and took a long draught of the sweet nectar and made his way back to the gardens to rest after his long, long journey.