[71] Long-Dormant Personality

Leith had grown tired of his search. Despite him being quite intelligent, he'd managed to check just about everywhere he possibly could in the academy -except the guest rooms. He stopped as he reached the entrance doors, rain pouring over their part of the city, and he rolled his eyes, panting. Ethan, he thought. It had to be Ethan doing this. No one else would possibly be practicing storm wielding at this hour. He looked out at the fog before him, spotting a few people as they ran to the entrance for shelter. A familiar figure approached him, old but youthful nonetheless, covering his head with a binder to block the rain from hitting his head as he ran from the parking lot to the entrance. Leith smiled.

The old man walked right up to him, laughing. "Leith, ma boy... is it really you?"

"It is, grandpa," Leith said, smiling. "What were you doing out there?"