The door to Selenne's office closed behind Lucavion.
He turned the signed petition between his fingers, watching the violet ink catch the corridor light. Students moved past him with books in hand while an instructor argued with an aide farther down the hall.
Selenne had been generous with questions for someone deciding whether to provide a signature.
His affinity, the Rotunda, the source of his education, even his ability to behave when motivated—each subject had entered the conversation through a practical concern and remained long enough for her to measure the answer.
Lucavion could hardly object. Selenne now possessed an excellent academic excuse to keep his magical development within reach.
The petition gave him much the same advantage.
'She found herself a student to study and gave him permission to study her Block in return.'
