Silas conjured up a ball of mana and played with it. He had finished teaching Luna. He taught her as soon as the carriage left the campsite.
Silas was now bored.
He still had a few books left to read but even that bored him. He glanced at Ice-pick and saw the succubus fixing up her hair.
Their gazes met and she punched him softly.
"What was that for?"
"Think." She said, pointing her chin at Isvendar.
Silas squinted and observed Floen lady. She sat like a statue, looking forward, unmoving. Her hands placed on her laps as she tried to make herself small.
Even inside this small carriage, she really tried her best not to stand out. From the conversation with Ice-pick and her ( It was just Ice-pick forcing her to talk ), her voice was soft and quiet.
It was as if she tried to not disturb his lessons with her presence. Silas didn't mind at all.
