"Why do they always stare?"
Aquila kept walking.
I suppose at this point, Castor should've been used to this...but then again, who can shrug off a cold glare from anyone? Especially from the people who are supposed to be your friends.
After his second or third year of schooling, Castor had been given his own personal tutor (that tutor was Aquila) and ever since then, he was seen differently. That conversation with Lyra, his supervisor at the time, left him with everything and nothing. Even though this was a great honor, bing individually raised apart from the other kids did not fit Castor's description of ideal. In fact, he had quickly earned his place among a group of friends. A couple of guys who hadn't spoken a word to him since his "promotion." They simply stared.
"-Did you not hear what I said?" Aquila turned suddenly to Castor, who must've been daydreaming. He did that.
"Apus Major has asked me to bring you to him." Aquila's tone relaxed, "And I think you'll like what he has to say."
Castor grinned. Aquila always talked about his own first testing. Apus Major would sit the pupil down and ask them a few questions and then see how their physical skills were. Of course, there were few opportunities to shine during these examinations, so having a personal tutor who knew a few tricks helped. Aquila often liked to remind Castor of just how lucky he was.
Then the doors opened. There stood the famed Apus Major. He was looking out the window, just as his portrait in the library did. But the room seemed warmer than its illustrated duplicate. There were more people who now smiled at the visitors.
But Apus Major's smile was biggest.
"My sons! Welcome! Please, please sit!"
It was pretty much a blur from there.
As far as Castor could remember, there was a lot of clapping, hand shaking, and suddenly he and Aquila were out the door before they could say "Yggdrasil."
'What happened to the testing part?' He thought. But it looked like they were far beyond that. Aquila was pulling him to the Flight Gallery.
