“So you just plan on sparing them on the first day?” Clara managed to hide most of her grin at the statement before she realized it might not be appropriate to jest with the new teachers like she jested with the townsfolk and other stable workers. Maybe the teachers fell closer to nobles, and she should mind her tongue. She supposed she’d find out one way or the other, and count it as a lesson learned when she did.
Clearing her throat, she shifted her shoulders in something like a shrug. “Do you know many of the others here? Teachers or … I guess you wouldn’t know any of the students,” she realized. It was strange for Clara to think to a time before magic was bad, and she wondered suddenly if Highlyn had been much different then.
Then she wondered if he’d met the weather mage and what he’d thought of her and whether or not she’d gone on to him about her certainty she was going to be assassinated. Clara had always kind of wondered what it would like to actually be something other than human, but she could barely wrap her mind around possessing one element, let alone three.