Ralasizon's smile grew a bit wider as he felt his new charge tremble against his arm. His words, while seemingly confirming any fears she may have had, were leaving holes on purpose. She was either going to learn in fear, or she was going to fabricate a story that terrified her. Either way, Ralasizon was the one who would win in this engagement. She was to squirm and suffer within a gilded cage so long as she was under his immortal thumb. On the other side of this encounter, he could see his words were sparking many ideas within the students he was teaching today. Immediately once he was done explaining the exception of similarities that Pacts and Keepers operate off of, the students began to tear down their own former ideas and began to build a proper infrastructure based on the new information. Some were even using the Mist to bring out notebooks and began to write the Keepers as umbrella graphs, putting the right things under the right keeper, or began to essentially transcribe the conversation as they walked. Their mist was thin and wispy, but it was firm enough to hold up the notebooks while being written on as they were walking. They surely could not do anything as impressive as Araminia had already seen, but they were well and true just normal kids who learned how to control the mist properly.<br/><br/>The trip was whisked along, time was lost to the myriad of ideas and the amount of discussion that filled the air as the group made their way up the northern steppe of this community. Ralasizon did not say a word unless he was spoken to. There was no need. The students were accurately putting the correct sources of energy to the correct Keeper, something that would seem implausible from the outside looking in. But then again, a couple of them were looking into one of two books that they all seemed to have at their side. So perhaps it was not as large of a leap as one would assume. But nonetheless, once the group reached the top of the walls around this community, Ralasizon guided them to the side a bit, leading them up to a clearing at the edge of the cliff. A stone was set near the edge, and there were spots on the ground that were a bit bare around the stone. It was almost as if this was a popular spot for conversation. Ralasizon released Araminia a few steps into the clearing, making her stand on her own as the students brushed past her to take seats around the stone, which Ralasizon chose to sit on. His gaze never truly left her, waiting to see what she would do and ready to... correct any mistakes.<br/><br/>The class continued as normal from this point, Ralasizon lecturing further, using their newfound knowledge of the Keepers to explain to them both harmless and violent methods of building up one's Red Mist. The class soon left historical and entered something almost clinical and mathematical in nature as Ralasizon explained and demonstrated various things with the mist. But finally, the class had to come to an end, and Ralasizon stood, gesturing for Araminia to move to his side.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Now, I believe we have used most of the class' time with this lesson. Your homework, so to speak, is figuring out how to utilize the Red Mist to arrive on time for your next class,"</span>Ralasizon said, reaching out to firmly grab on to Araminia's arm once she was within reach. In an instant, the pair was once again surrounded by the Red Mist. And a moment later, the two of them were simply standing within Ralasizon's office once more. But Ralasizon did not immediately let go. Instead, he veered off to the right of his desk, moving behind it and to the right, before gesturing and causing the Red Mist to react. A Meridienne lounge made of soft and subtle gold framing and silken deep red cloth from the other side of the room was consumed with the Mist and moved to this section, along with the end table that was stationed next to it. And in front of it, a rather small coffee style table simply materialized out of the mist in front of this lounge. In an instant, Ralasizon had made a small space no more than three steps of his desk's chair that was not obstructing any path.<br/><br/>With this creation done, Ralasizon released Araminia immediately, and turned, moving to his desk as he whispered something about lunch to a glob of mist. With everything said and done, Ralasizon sat at the his desk and began to work without a word, as if he hadn't just tortured and humiliated her thoroughly.