Elara studied Lucavion's face for several breaths after making her decision.
He had accepted we will start from scratch with considerably more composure than she expected, though a faint crease had appeared between his brows, and his eyes moved from her to the introductory volume now resting beneath both of her hands. He looked wary of the book rather than offended by the judgment, which somehow made the entire situation more absurd. A man who could stand beneath magical bombardment with an estoc in his hand apparently regarded elementary theory as the greater threat.
Lucavion finally tilted his head. "What exactly does scratch mean?"
"The beginning."
"Yes, I understood the threatening portion." He pointed toward the book. "I am asking where you believe the beginning is."
Elara lowered her gaze to the volume.
That was, unfortunately, a fair question.
