[Potironette]

Kellan looked around the library, smiling as he remembered his younger days. Back then, he'd plague his tutors whenever they came. He was a difficult child, he thought, reflecting fondly back on the memory.

Kellan walked to a spot by the windows where the high sun caught on little dust flecks as they fell in throes in the empty air. Pulling out a chair, he sat, waiting for Jei to get his books. He wondered curiously what subjects they'd be.