In the upper stands reserved for tutors and high-ranking nobles in the auditorium number 5, Seiya Galehart observed with crossed arms. His pegasus markings were subtle today, almost invisible against his skin.
His father, Aldric, sat beside him, apparently relaxed but with that penetrating attention Seiya had learned to recognize over years of watching the man work.
The posture of someone who seemed at ease but was actually cataloging everything.
"So," Seiya murmured low, ensuring his voice wouldn't carry beyond his father's ear, "how did it turn out with the boy that's closest to Luna?"
Aldric didn't look away from the auditorium where names continued being called, each one another drama of success or failure playing out.
"He's actually very... gullible," he responded with an almost casual tone, the kind that made the words seem like an afterthought. "Poorly informed, as you'd expect from a former peasant. Trusts authority figures too easily."
