As he lingered in thought, a shadow stretched over his desk, obscuring the parchment list before him.
Someone had approached him.
Ruvian looked up without speaking.
Corwin Dunley stood there, shoulders slightly hunched, the paper in his hand bent where his fingers gripped too tightly.
His voice came quietly, almost apologetic.
"T-thank you for the other day."
"It's fine." Ruvian nodded, as if to acknowledge it, though his gaze drifted back to his own form.
Corwin lingered in front of Ruvian. There was something he wanted to talk about.
"I was thinking of choosing Intermediate Magic Theory," he said slowly, the words awkward in his mouth, as if he were unsure of them even as he spoke.
"And… Runic Inscriptions."
'Huh? I mean, sure… No, wait. Why would he come here just to tell me that?' Ruvian tilted his head slightly. 'Is this about striving to become a mage? He still hasn't let it go?'
"So?" Ruvian asked.
