Life was full of mistakes and Riley was certain he would make a few. Magic was nothing to just toy around with, at least that was the impression that he got. You had to earn it and he was ready to do just that. Whatever it took, whatever challenges ahead he would brave and endure. There would be a lot of time split between his other duties and studying, but he would be a dedicated pupil. Plus being a sorcerers apprentice was badass in its own right and he felt a sense of pride well up inside of him. Would his mama be proud of him? He hoped so. She’d been long gone in her grave a couple of years now.
With interest he watched James rise from his seat and move gracefully into the wagon. Not sure exactly what the Professor was after, he was a bit stunned to see the man toting a large armful of tomes and papers from the threshold of the wagon. Riley opened his arms as if to embrace the other man though it was really to take the books and the journal from James. “Will do!” He expressed, peering around the stack of books at the other man.
While the stack was daunting he didn’t want to give up after making such a commitment. He was grinning like a fool, excited to start. “I won’t let ya down, Professor, and I’ll take good care of your books. Bring ‘em back when I’m done.” Good thing he enjoyed reading even if he may not understand a good portion of what was within the pages.