Being a tutor to his own bodyguards at one pointed had changed the way Cyne has seen most forms of teaching, almost as if it wasn't nearly vigorous enough, compared to the amount of pressure his father had forced him into. Although the basics always came slower at first to some mages, being the son of the king meant he was expected to have his powers stronger and faster than everyone else his age. Yet watching Caldwyn show even this tiny morsel of instruction, it wasn't the same as the regular teachings he'd had, or the more vigorous ones he'd lead. No, it seemed as if instead of pushing these young magicians to improve themselves, he was more urging them. Attempting to assist them in coaxing out their magical ability.<br/><br/>The subtle and soft way he spoke pleased Cyne in a way he had trouble explaining. Even though magic was undoubtedly needed and rare here, it didn't appear as if the teaching was being forced out of them. They were here to learn on how they could be better use to the realm, for their own fulfillment. They weren't just the tools of the common folk, but rather young aspiring mages, looking forward to using their magic constructively, rather than destructively. Although he hadn't intended on interfering with the teaching, watching these young children learn from Caldwyn brought back fond memories of the moments he'd shared with his closest classmates.<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to restrain himself, but even now, he felt the urge to "show the ropes" to the children. Some of the youngest students seemed to be capable and well enough with their magic, just lacking the precision Caldwyn was displaying. Opting to watch quietly, he found a small smile coming to his face as he watched one child almost engulf their hand, before getting it almost restricted to their palm. The quivering flame was a vibrant red hue, and flickered every time the child tried to condense the open flame into a small orb. It was endearing, it'd been some time since Cyne had seen the pure innocence of magic. The purity of a child's mind, not one of war or power. Simply the yearning to be able to will their own magics.