The Stacks | Early Morning
Nauleth, sinking a bit into his personal realization, smirked in an almost chagrined sort of way as Antranig actually graced him with returned weather commentary as if it wasn't at all a bit of a tried and true source of conversation. Not needing to be prompted at the mention of concern over next year, the professor nodded, "Will he be tested next year, then? Always an anxious time but rarely an issue ... well, depending on your view of things, I suppose. Being Gioran here complicates all of those things."
As his gold-rimmed eyes darted up toward Leyanak almost possessively, watching the children sort themselves on their sleds, his tone implied a hint of doubt, as if he might be unsure as to whether or not it should be an issue at all. His time in Gior had forced him to question everything he'd grown up being indoctrinated with about passivitiy and society. He hadn't finished wrestling with any of it at all.The eldest Siordanti remembered the general anxiety that the children of an Incumbent brought to their household with the approach of every testing day at Brunnhold.
"Oh—ah. Sixth form for now, and I also coach Dueling League for the Varsity students. I admit I don't see much of the early form students except in the cafeteria and sometimes the library, but I have offered to pick up a couple of summer science classes next Roalis for the younger set." He'd not expected to be so willing, but with a couple of the post-graduate students in his department finishing their studies and moving into careers in both Vienda as well as somewhere in Bastia, the redheaded physicist wasn't opposed to picking up some of their slack.
So long as his health continued to improve, that is.
Shifting on his feet and shoving his hands into his coat pockets, he arched a slim, ginger brow, "What kind of shop do you own, Mister Borna?"