Concentrated Gael sat at one of the desks in the University greenhouse. His hair, which had grown to shoulder length, had to be bound behind his head like a ponytail so it wouldn't touch the desk. A professor had assigned him to a project where he would capture the growth of a plant, by making daily drawings of its progression under different circumstances. He now was a true university researcher of the agricultural department, and he has never been this bored in his entire life.
He left the desk and his work behind to clear his head. He could feel the eyes of his collegues judging him for leaving his research untended, but he didn't mind. He walked up the stairs entered the agridept's main hall. There he saw the headmaster of the agricultural department Nils de Brún looking from a window, out over the departments farmland.
‘Professor, can I speak to you for a moment?’ Gael asked.
‘Call me Nils, Gael, Its been months.’, Nils answered.
‘And, yes’
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‘I am thinking about getting myself transferred to a project on the field.’, Gael said.
‘Is it that bad?’
‘Well no, its just. I feel like I’m chained to a desk.’
‘I had trouble getting used to that too’, Nils said with a small grin. As Gael went to stand by his side the two older men looked at the other students and researchers working on the field.
‘Don't you love this time of year?, Nils said, ‘Everything is growing and there is more work than that there is time to do it’.
'When I was young it seemed I could work forever'.
‘Those days are over. Working at a desk isn't that bad. The question is if we choose this ourselves or if we got pressured into it by the young folk’, Nils said. Gael smiled, and after a pause started:
‘I was wondering, do you have had any new cases?’, Gael asked
‘You want to go out there again?’
‘I would like to.’
‘Hm’, Nils answered and kept silent.
‘Have you got anything?’, Gael asked. Nils was lost in thought for a moment:
‘I might. But it is not so much a case...'