Asa yawned, even though he didn't need the air, and wasn't tired.

Physically, at least. He was tired of studying.

Many nights he came close to standing up and heading out into the night. Close enough to close the books, sometimes even to stand.

He didn't though. Every time he did, he felt the eyes.

One pair, filled with sardonic, rasping laughter.

One pair, accusing him of being a dilettante.

One pair, not trusting his motives and seeing how far he could be pushed.

One pair, sitting quietly across from him, teaching.

Am I a Dragon? Or simply filching knowledge for the Dynasty?

What would Karsh have said?

He kept studying.

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When there is no way to go ahead
Without leaving something else behind,
Where there are signs that point me on
To a shining path or a simple mind.