▬ ໋ ᩠ ꒰ Paul Atrides. ꒱᩠໋▬

After Reverend Mother Gaius's visit, Paul was lost in thought. He didn't quite understand what it all meant, but he was almost desperate to ask his mother what it was all about. The rain was heavy in Caladan at that time of year, but that didn't stop him from wandering the corridors late into the night, meditating and mentally preparing himself to confront his mother and demand answers. He wasn't paying much attention until he bumped into someone, causing them to drop whatever they were holding, resulting in a loud crash. They both looked down in silence for a few moments. A vase... his mother's favorite vase. And the person carrying it, apparently after carefully cleaning it, was a servant. Paul hadn't seen him before, but he had certainly gotten himself into trouble for it.