Zeke stared idly outside while the teacher rambled on about different phases of matter. Gas, solid, liquid. Whatever the case, it didn’t matter to him. School had gotten so much more boring. He knew the answers to most of everything. The ones that he didn’t, were easily explained right afterwards in too much detail. His lips curled in disgust. What did the teachers think they were, stupid? The others might have been, but surely it wasn’t him. He was an orphan. He should be on the city streets scrounging for food. Why was he still required to be…here?!

What a waste of time. The geist hybrid gave his own little tsk, slumping further in his seat. Maybe when he was a freshling, things were worth his time. He had learned new skills, was able to con people more easily, was able to make connections to others. But now? It only felt like a waste of time. The clock was ticking and yet here he was, sitting here. With nothing to do. Day in and day out. School had quickly come a prison for him.

And Jossiah was leaving it to do other things. His gaze narrowed. As a freshling, he used to be more volatile, more violent and unruly. But he got in trouble for that, he learned. And as he learned, he found other ways of ridding of his anger. To unleash it later when the time is right. To dwell and savor it. Soon he’d be free. Only a few years longer, if he didn’t figure out of a way to drop out of the academy.

It was only a matter of time before he caught his flighty fey.