The light was brighter - but not immediately eye searing. It took a moment or two for the air to heat up. Of course, Arran didn't look out the window. You didn't look at the sun with your normal vision. With magically enhanced heat vision, it could only go wrong. He played with his new vision - marvelling at the heat patterns - until Jachym called the lesson to an end. Reluctantly he released the spell (an action that felt very intuitive) and allowed the world to return to normal.<br/><br/>Now that it had been pointed out, the transformed apprentice realised there was a sense of a lack inside him. He wasn't tired or hungry, yet he felt that he needed... something. He reasoned it must be the lack of mana. A fact that, combined with his teacher's pronouncement, didn't fill him with glee. He had tonight to work out a way to get out of this.<br/><br/>Gathering up the book under one arm and his loose breeches in the other, Arran shuffled towards the door. He couldn't step too quickly, as his boots were too big for his feet. Not big enough to fall off (unless he started running or jumping), but not a comfortable hit.<br/><br/>"See you tomorrow, Master Jachym." He said, before opening the back door and stepping out into the sunlight. He squinted at the sun trying to work out what time it was. The transformation had felt like it had taken taken moments and hours. Whichever it was would tell him how much time he had to work out a solution to his serious problem. Nevermind the more immediate ones like "get back to the inn with no-one recognising him" and "get clothes to fit."