"The students learn life skills from their peers, but they are the types meant to be learned by adolescents and young adults, not children barely more than toddlers. These are generally two very different sets of skills, as you may be aware, though I'm not sure how the Freefolk rear their young in such things."
"It is possible that there will be an instructor who has a bit of spare time, but don't get your hopes up. Damien, can you check on that while I look for a guide? Finding a guide should be easier, and I know you are good at finding things. Meanwhile, Layna, if you could lead them to fill out all the necessary forms, then we can all get back to our studies."
"Very well. I will see you later, Garrick. I think I know where to look."
*Damien heads off down a side hallway.*
"Picking the easy way out again, Thendrin?" Layna arches an eyebrow.
"Why of course not, Larinas. As you can see, I have graciously left the lightest assignment to you," Garrick spreads out his arms expansively in a gesture of generosity.
"Unless you think that a student awake and out of class before midday who isn't studying will be easier to find than those forms?" he challenges.
"You know I meant poor Damien, Garrick. Besides, you Enchanters are supposed to be better at persuading, right?" Layna shakes her head.
"I can't persuade what I can't find my dear," Garrick heads off in a different direction from Damien, "Don't forget--we're still meeting for a study date at first dark!" he calls back over his shoulder.
"It isn't a date!" she responds quickly, before adding,"Advanced studies in Abjuration, right? I'm going to need you and Damien both if I'm going to pass that examination--Drinath never lets us off easily."
"Only if you help me with my project for Phantasmal Verisimilitude, my dear," Garrick calls back just before he disappears behind a corner.
"That man," Layna says to no one in particular, "Possibly the most arrogant man I know, but he knows his stuff. You'd never know he wasn't a Highborne too."
*She turns to the visitors and smiles kindly.*
"Don't let Thendrin the Naysayer get you down," she looks down to Laynie, "You're Laynie right? Laynie's short for Elayna and that's my name too. But my friends call me Layna. Layna Larinas. You do look like a Highborne--are you sure you can't remember your last name?"
"Wait--really? You're Laynie too? But I'm Laynie! Mommy says that temp oral flucks phenomenomena prevents the dual existence of a quanta temp oral sing you larry within the same time stream without a surging moe be us loop paradox enforced by the sick lick all structure."
*Layna shakes her head slightly and smiles.*
"No little one. I'm not sure exactly what you just said, but we just have the same first name, that's all. We're different people. That's why you should have a last name too. So you can tell exactly which Laynie you are from out of all the other Laynies."
"Really? Mr. Vanitri, what's your last name?"
