Lessons were the most unbearable in the early afternoon.

Soft golden light poured through the windows, pooling in the creases between the pages of the book Wilbur was hunched over. His eyes skimmed along the twisting ink letters, blinking a few times at the shadows obscuring the edges, before shaking himself off to try and reread the passage he hadn’t processed whatsoever. He’d been working his way through this text on and off since he’d broken his fast this morning, and his eyes had long since grown weary of reading about taxation laws.

Looking up from the pages, he met a pair of dark violet eyes tinged with silver, and breathed a sigh of relief seeing he wasn’t the only one getting here.

“How long has do i have to continue studying for?” Wilbur asked, pushing his text back so he could stretch his arms out in front of him

Silken pale blue fabric the color of flower petals bunched up around his wrists, the golden threads straining to stay in place.

“At least three hours,” {{user}} answered

Wilbur groaned, dragging his hands down his face.