Isis plopped back down onto a seat, chewing on the different assortment of foods that he had collected onto his plate. He sighed out after taking his first bite, "I don't know how our Chef does it...he makes the food taste great." After eating for a while, Isis placed his plate back down onto the table and looked up at the Master, staring at him a bit curiously. "Master, I have a question..." He said, trying to sound as proper as he could. Really, he was getting excited about the question, but it was quite a serious topic for the moment. "I was just wondering...when will we be taking our Mark of Mastery exam?" Although Isis was still too young and inexperienced to take the exam, he was a rather curious boy. The thought of becoming a Keyblade Master only rustled him even more. By then, he was already standing up, with his arms on the table, his eyes locked on the Masters.
For a second, Isis felt a sort of spark of joy and guilt run over him, and it was at that moment that he realized he was standing up. A bit embarrassed, he sat back down and slumped in his seat, grabbing a piece of toast to nibble on as he awaited what the Masters response was. He didn't expect it to be harsh, but he knew it would be the truth.