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Mica chuckles sourly. "She says it makes her head itch. Her magic or rather her abilities make her super sensitive to true magic. You do realize that she does not use magic per se... she uses her mind to heal and it has left her sensitive to energy currents. As such we often use her to sniff out the possible the use of magic when we need to check out disturbances."

He walks Kero to the door, remindng him to read the next chapter in the vule-Noctuslain book before they meet again, tucking it into a specially made book bag that he helps the cub slip into. Sort of a pair of saddlebags designed and crafted just for him.

He hears a soft voice singing from the far end of the still room, the area that is more green house than lab. It is the voice of a young male.

When he goes to check he sees an acolyte kneeling in the dirt of a small plot of soils, carefully weeding out stragglers from a new planting. He is very intent on his task. Making certain those that remain are a certain distance from each other and free from interference. Totally oblivious that he is being observed.

The boy shoots up into the air, landing within scant inches of spoiling the whole bed. He straightens up, quickly brushes off his knees and turns.

"I'm working, Mistress Shar, really I am. Just as... fast... as...I... Who the hell are you?"

The teen's brow puckers a bit, trying to remember something, then he grins widely. " Yer that cub she is working on ain't ye... vashintran... vashintran... dang I was listening shile she was using that darn crystalline cube but... I can't for the life of me remember what it means..."

"What it means is that if I hear either of you repeat it in my presence, you'll both get a dose of Kerobian's tonic." growls a voice from behind Kero.

Only to have the tuff hit hard, shattering it's stiffness. "Kerobian!" says Sharmistra firmly regaining her composure. "You will never speak like that in my presence again. Is that understood. Now go fetch the earthenware jar over there on the workbench, and that measuring spoon."

She carefully portions out a spoonful of a familiar dark amber liquid and tells him to open his mouth.

The boy behind him laughs heartily then stops when Sharmistra sends him a withering glare.

"Very well," says Sharmistra quietly. "I was only warning you anyway. Next time I will dose you, whether you like it or not. And don't you go on crying to Tam about it, she's given me full permission to tend to your foul mouth as I see like. Andra, you are dismissed..." she says in a clipped tone to the boy behind him. The lad is off in the blink of an eye.

Shar sighs. "He's a hard worker, but when it comes to getting in trouble, I don't know who's worse... you or him..." she complains leading the way back into her office. She looks back at Keroboian and smiles thinly. "Math, right?"