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"Studies? I thought you said they were young? What can they be studying?" Bastien had grown up with a rather lax attitude to education, only really persuing his knowledge in his teen years and later life; he had been taught reading and writing as a child at home and whenever his parents had had time, school being a luxury for richer and more privileged children. He was impressed to watch her work, wielding wild lightning as if it were a simple tool. If she had a better temperament, he would have considered asking her if she wanted a more permanent position in the guild, but as it was...he felt she would bring the mood of the place down. "Ah. Traditions can be both a blessing and a curse. Do you find yourself proud to carry that title, or bound by it?" He asked, theorising as he pressed the clay in the shapes of small flowers. Bastien Push back, push back, push back, With every word and every breath. What god doesn't give to you, You've got to go and get for yourself.