Xan waited a few more moments and huffed out a breath of hot air angrily. Though Xan could feel no magical energy and couldn't feel the beating of an aged heart, he had a feeling that the sage was home. Perhaps it was due to the fact the house's chimney had smoke! Though this old man could have been an exception, most if not all honorable wizards only used magic when a problem cannot be solved by other means. 

In other words, heating water or cooking with magic is against orthodox teachings. The blue blooded noble highly doubted a great sage wouldn't care about a magical teaching. And it was apparent that the sage was home, and was heating water manually. Xan also was staring intently above him, and the other two boys probably thought he was looking at the sky, but that wasn't it at all. 

All his life, Xan had a fixation problem. Though he could describe exactly what he saw down to the number of hairs the creatures had, nobody really understood and believed, so he had eventually stopped speaking of it. By seeing the spirits of the land, Xan could see sprites- water sprites, fire sprites... many, many spirits. He didn't talk to them, though their behavior explained much about how they felt.

While some looked like little people, others looked like animals, or perhaps even a winged radish! Spirits were odd. Currently, there were two spirits above his head. The looked like very long, sleek oarfish and swam in the air. They were steam spirits. Snickering, the boy began to follow the spirits as they swam to a window and slithered inside. Nodding once, the boy then looked into the window. It was dusty and he couldn't see through it. "Believed me, he's home." Xan assured the blue-haired boy. 

"By the way, I'm Xanthus van Peale St. Augustine." He recited his full noblesman name with a light smile. He wondered why Ygnatuis didn't answer the door. Certainly he didn't want them to break it with magic!