"Elizabeth." He contemplated the name a moment, then continued. "Oh, you know," he shrugged. "They want everyone to be learned, soldier or not. The history of the great Families, the lore of the Darkness, the cultures of all the various worlds. It’s fascinating, I suppose. Though I doubt full scholars such as yourself include training and drills into your curriculum as I do." He nodded toward her books, and his sharp hunter’s gaze fell upon the few sheets of paper that had fluttered loose from the young woman’s grip. He stooped to retrieve them before the light breeze carried them into the fountain. "Now these look fascinating." Quicksilver eyes scanned the little sketches as he offered them up to their rightful owner. "Did you draw them?"
Actually no, she would not have known such requirements pertaining to their military institution. She was in a different faction that she was allotted to for her position, though since she never gave her last name could label her as the average student to be in that kind of trivial loop. Not that she minded knowing though.
A second of delay from
pulling her gaze away to
stare, and come to the
realization of her work
nearly drifting off to take
a unwelcome bath.
Eyes widen in surprise, ❝oh, thank you,
and yes. I did draw them❞ her index finger curled
and lightly rested on the collarbone. ❝I am
always inspired by the inventing of gravity and
time by W. Omrbic Shalazar. His formula for
creating the time machine is most fascinating.❞
"Ombric Shalazar?" Koz quirked a dark brow. "The name seems familiar. But you’ll have to forgive me, I’ve a memory more for great warriors and weapons than great inventors and their creations. Though, I suppose there is no reason why one cannot be both." He gazed at her with new-found respect. "These drawings are quite amazing. What do you desire to create? What do you hope to bring into this Golden Age?"