August stood by an ivory fountain, broad-shouldered and very much looking uncomfortable. His shock of silver hair drew stares of curiosity, as everyone might not have seen an ice-wielder around this parts. He pretended not to make it obvious how anxious he was, but he was as stiff as a tree, his posture anything but natural.
"I'm surprised you let him help you, Teacher," Meryl said as they approached the man.
Erilyn sighed. She had thought it was a bad idea to have him with her, but she figured she couldn't do anything to convince that hard head of his otherwise. Until now, August Varemont had been a mystery. Though there was yet to uncover about him, Erilyn had the sense that he was rather easy to read. Perhaps that was why she found it quick to trust him. There was a genuineness to his words that reassured her. So when he told her that he wanted to help, she didn't oppose that much as she thought she would.
