Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
The Academy had been a boon to them during Longnight, a haven for a large percentage of the Citadel (and the temporary refugees from the Grounds) to gather and endure the week of deadly cold and darkness. Chulane had done what he could, being a member of the council, to ensure that it was left in reasonable condition - but then, there had been a lot of people there, and there was only so much he could do against a tide of people looking forward to escaping the confines of the place for freedom and sunlight.
Jace Launceleyn and his sister shared a lot of traits. Entitlement seemed to be one of them, though Chuy was careful to guard his judgement until he had spent more time with them, learned about them, and perhaps observed them directly contributing (or detracting?) to the region.
So he showed up, some part of him seeking a task to busy him, to distract from the anxiety and worry plaguing him over Kia's adventure with Wessex, another part of him wanting to be involved in the improvement of the region as a whole, and another part again wanting to know more of these Launceleyns.
"Hello," he offered with a nod and a small, polite smile to the man, another given to Beatrix as well, as he approached the entrance to the Academy he had so recently (and yet it felt so long ago with everything that had transpired since) vacated. "Need a hand?"
Jace Launceleyn and his sister shared a lot of traits. Entitlement seemed to be one of them, though Chuy was careful to guard his judgement until he had spent more time with them, learned about them, and perhaps observed them directly contributing (or detracting?) to the region.
So he showed up, some part of him seeking a task to busy him, to distract from the anxiety and worry plaguing him over Kia's adventure with Wessex, another part of him wanting to be involved in the improvement of the region as a whole, and another part again wanting to know more of these Launceleyns.
"Hello," he offered with a nod and a small, polite smile to the man, another given to Beatrix as well, as he approached the entrance to the Academy he had so recently (and yet it felt so long ago with everything that had transpired since) vacated. "Need a hand?"
CHULANE
