[b]Patience[/b]

If that was to be Vyrik’s first lesson then he felt he would likely fail. He had tried, for a small moment to display some control and patience after being told so, but he just couldn’t. It was like the wind was in his bones and the boy just couldn’t keep still. His excitement was palpable and a little contagious. 

He wanted everyone to show him their greatest tricks and then explain how they did it. He wanted to know what people were reading. He wanted to practice language with the Eskandish. He wanted Zeno Mozaru to teach him something, something fun. And questions, he had so many questions and a few stories too, none of which were boastful and were usually humorous at his expense.

The Eskand Marlijn seemed nice, happy to answer a few questions about her homeland but Vyrik showed a protective fondness towards Yimu, trying to make sure she was ok.

Even in those few moments that he found stillness, like when he was supposed to be sleeping, he sent his hearing out far, listening to things happening in the far distance. Using his magic late into the night until it exhausted him to sleep.

Sleep was a generous thing to call it. His restless slumber was filled with visions and emotions seemingly not of his own, unpleasant, unexplainable but also unrecallable in the morning light. 
He awoke groggily, eyes filled with sleep, movements slow and staggered, pulled by a single focus. Drawn like a zombie risen from the dead he groaned and followed the pull that had arisen him, the smell of oh such pleasant food.

Stepping down the creaky steps he couldn’t believe his eyes at the spread that lay before him. It was beyond anything he had ever eaten before. In fact breakfast took his full attention and he barely noticed the others starting to leave. He was absolutely horrified to discover he had no time to eat. Instead of getting ready with his last minute he just grabbed two handfuls of various foods and ran out the door after the others.


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Brushed over the previous night with no specific interactions.
Troubled sleep - slept in.
Ran out to face the new day unprepared.
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