Rylan looked up briefly from the floor, accidentally catching one of the servants in the eye and flushing a deep red in his cheeks and quickly casting his eyes downwards once more. He held several books close to his chest as he hurried through the castle. He was in a hurry; his master, the castle mage, had requested the books from the library. He was happy to be studying under the man, because he was learning a lot of stuff he had never thought possible until he had come to this place. Lost in his thoughts, his eyes cast downwards, he didn't see the person in front of him until he was too late.

He brushed against the person, their shoulders brushing gently and he lifted his gaze, his eyes locking with the ??? orbs of the Lady ???. The boy’s own dark brown eyes stared back, his brows furrowing very slightly beneath his hood before he turned away and hurried off towards his mentor’s keep. The day passed quickly, like most of his lessons with Wyatt did. When he was done the boy bid his mentor farewell and quickly left the keep. He looked around the dark hallways, waiting for his eyes to adjust for a moment before he pulled his hood back over his face and headed down the hall and out into the courtyard.