"Where are you going?"
When those words left her mouth, Lucavion paused with several loose pages already gathered beneath one hand.
"Back to my room," he said, glancing toward the closed inkpot. "Unless success has earned me another assignment."
"Sit."
His hand stopped halfway through aligning the pages. "Have we not finished the lesson?"
"The lesson, yes."
Lucavion looked at her for a moment, then lowered himself more fully into the chair. "Haa… I wonder what happened this time."
Elara repeated the question as she removed the covered formation plate from the center of the table. "What happened? You truly do not know?"
"I don't have mind-reading powers, you know."
The ink, reference diagrams and cleaning solution followed the formation plate, each returned to Elara's side until nothing remained between them except Lucavion's half-ordered notes. The cleared space marked the end of one subject, even if he had yet to recognize the beginning of the next.
