[She expects to find historical tales, runed architecture, and other related fields of knowledge. What she finds instead, purely by sound alone, is Felix. Doing precisely what she's known him to do. That is, he has a reputation, and it seems regardless of where he may be, he's still living up to it.
Rhea watches him quietly, seemingly content enough to take in the sight. It's familiarity. In familiarity there is comfort. Stability. Security. Although his own thoughts of her, whatever importance or lack thereof that she may hold to him, she doubts he would mirror the same. There always was a line drawn between herself and the students under tutelage.]
Felix.
[She acknowledges him with a nod, taking the moments to examine him. Not unlike Dimitri, there are some... changes. Some. Although he looks very much the same as he did when he was younger.]
I see that even here, you are making a habit of this.
[Training. Sparring. Duelling. Whatever one may wish to call it.]
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Rhea watches him quietly, seemingly content enough to take in the sight. It's familiarity. In familiarity there is comfort. Stability. Security. Although his own thoughts of her, whatever importance or lack thereof that she may hold to him, she doubts he would mirror the same. There always was a line drawn between herself and the students under tutelage.]
Felix.
[She acknowledges him with a nod, taking the moments to examine him. Not unlike Dimitri, there are some... changes. Some. Although he looks very much the same as he did when he was younger.]
I see that even here, you are making a habit of this.
[Training. Sparring. Duelling. Whatever one may wish to call it.]