Fair.

The next day was like the one before it, clear and sunny, and the three set off through the fields in the direction of Koob as they had done before (if at a slightly more reasonable pace).

“I’ve been thinking Claire” Aella started.

“Careful, don’t hurt yourself.” Claire responded.

“whatever, I was thinking how you are really a runaway, and we are going back to your home…”

“so?”

“so, we are going to see your father, what’s he going to say when you come back after doing one?”

“He’ll probably try and ground me, but I don’t care, I’m smart you know? I can break out of anywhere. When you are trained up we’ll leave again.”

“really? You let him worry like that?”

“frankly it’s not the running away punishment I’m afraid of…”

“why, what else did you do? Oh crap you didn’t steal that big book did you?”

“NO!… well, yes, but that’s not the problem. The problem is… is…”

“That your dad hasn’t ever seen you so pretty?” Timon joined the conversation.

“…well, yeah…” Claire hung his head a little.

“He’s not going to be the type to have a problem with that is he? Isn’t he a scholar too?” Aella asked.

“I don’t know, I never let him know anything about me like… this, so I don’t have any idea how he’ll react.”

“I’m sure you’re worrying about nothing Claire.” Timon patted Claire on the back. “hey, what’s that there on the horizon?”

Aella tensed for a second, and looked to where Timon was pointing.

“That’s Koob,” explained Claire, “The outer walls of the city are mirrors, the idea is that the contents of the libraries and wisdom in Koob were a reflection of the world itself. Its meant to be symbolic.”

the three picked up the pace (just a little) now that their goal was in sight.