As Elara led Cyne out of her bedchambers, the mortal prince occupied with eating his fruit, she flicked her eyes to the guards now returning to her door meaningfully. They didn't need to let her know, she had heard the whole thing on the other side of her door. Both guards dropped to a low bow meant to imitate they knew they would be expected to improve and dissuade that particular thing from happening again. Her mind returned to Cyne as he expressed his enthusiasm for learning with Caldwyn today and what else was different for the half-mortal, half-vampire mage who taught young ones.<br/><br/>"Well, I think Caldwyn will be more than willing to have an apt and willing pupil to observe him and his work today." She replied with a soft chuckle as she came to a stop by the door leading to the garden where Caldwyn and his students were again having a lesson. "I'll see you later... you did promise to indulge me after all..." Elara whispered, a hand cupping Cyne's backside and giving him a playful squeeze as she slipped away with a grin to her Council meeting.<br/><br/>Caldwyn didn't pause in his instructions, merely beckoned Cyne to come and sit with the little ones, who eyed him still with apprehension but soon returned their wide eyes to their teacher and their lesson. "Now, you all know how to plant seedlings, and pull water vapor from the humidity in the air around you to give the roots the moisture they need... but can you coalesce a little sun in the palm of your hand to encourage your seedling to reach toward the light, to grow rapidly and gain the strength it needs to survive in the world?"<br/><br/>The instructor's voice had taken on the tone that brokered no argument as he held out a hand and allowed the heat in his body to flow toward his palm, heat that wavered and shimmered in the air above his hand until a spark set a flame to life there. "You know how to do this, those of you who have the inkling with fire magic have been paired with someone who does not." He spoke to his students before nodding at his hand again. The orange ball of flame seemed to contort in on itself, growing brighter, more yellow as it shrank, getting hotter yet smaller until it was a round flickering ball of light and heat more white than flame-orange. "You see?" Caldwyn panted, the effort it took to condense the fire magic taking its toll on his aging body. "You can will magic into whatever shape will serve you best."