[Xiulan]

Zian moved slowly into the class just as his name was called, placing the last of his books back into his bag, using his other hand to fix his Hanfu “This is music I would presume.” he say politely, a gentle smile on his face he moved his left hand over his right clenched fist “I do apologise for my tardiness, I was detained for a brief time.” his voice showed nothing but truth in what he had stated, standing from the slight bow, he moved to an empty desk quickly, not wishing to hold the class up any further than he already had.

Placing his bag down neatly “I am Heng Zian” he said now remembering his name had just been called, believing it to be ill mannered of him if he didn't answer to his name. He slipped into his chair without another word, the smile on his face remaining as he looked around the class, it truly didn't bother him that people where chuckling or whispering about how he was dressed, he was proud of his heritage and nothing would ever make him think twice about changing.

Zian moved into his bag bringing out a notebook made of fine rice paper and a box covered in red silk with an intricately designed jade green dragon on it moving from the bottom left side of the box going diagonal the top right side of the box. On opening the box it could be easy to see six calligraphy brushes of different sizes, each one having pure white bristles, five ink sticks, one red, one blue, one red, one green and the last one purple, there would also be a ink stone plate, made of slate, brush stand and a small closed porcelain bowl that held some water, which sat on ice blue silk.