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Kayden sat settled and comfortable in his usual seat, arms crossed and attentive. Once the other students had filed into their guildroom, he couldn't help but wonder why they were being joined, and what the reason was for their classroom being the place they would congregate to. Whatever it was, it was likely to be aligned with his professor's interests than the Black Eagles as a whole, which meant magic. Kayden was no good at it, or at least he had never really given it much practice, but only a fool didn't pay attention when it came to learning about the art. 

Once the session (or what seemed to be a session) was underway, it looked more like a history lesson. A lesson he had already been taught, or at least, in some respects. He had to admit a few of these anecdotes, he had never heard of. He had always thought Johanna's healing of the capital was due to her staff and progressive ideas, not her own power. He didn't quite know what to think of that, or of King Aaron Blaiddyd and his missing arm. He didn't remember that in his lessons at all. 

Kayden had been privvy to his Ancestor's legend. Emperor Stefan Hresveig IV was a rolemodel for the young prince, growing up. As he had gotten older and a bit more learned, he had found that in his library, there were very little primary sources at the time. A few secondary accounts, yes, but some of the scholars he trusted didn't give full credit to the account. But if the professors at Garreg Mach believed it, maybe the histories were true? He almost felt like a kid again, getting hit with a wave of nostalgia as he remembered how proud he had been to have been related to such a hero.  

[color=4851AA]“I can't believe...”[/color] He muttered, having to drag his mind back to the present and grasp the concept that they were making Crests the topic of the lesson. Kayden had known about his crest for a number of years, but he wasn't very talented or skilled at using it, or [i]not[/i] using it which would take equal skill. He knew he could sway people with words, and there were times when he could feel a flow in the conversation and he rode off that, but he had never been properly tutored in the use of crests. Honestly, he sometimes felt guilty if the crest worked without him wishing it to. It was almost dishonest. 

Kayden decided he didn't have any question, at least for the moment. If they began to put training underway, he would gladly be inquisitive, but as for now, he decided to wait and see what he could gleam from the other students. He glanced at his teammates, and thought to himself that he truly hoped they weren't going to travel anytime soon. The 'injury' comment made him think they might go for a training expedition for a few days. He was still on cloud nine for having Kalliope agree to spar with him this coming weekend, and he wouldn't miss that even if it meant he didn't master his crest. 

Bad priorities, but he wasn't perfect.