Erik was heading down the path to his dorm, his bookbag slug over his shoulder, a small sketchpad in one hand and a pencil in the other. He was making a simple sketch of a type of flower growing along the pathway- the gardens only seemed to get more and more vibrant as he approached the House of Earth Dormitories, but he was off in his own little world at that point and didn't seem to take much of it in besides what he'd initially seen.