Ládo College, Trepûra, Shôrkýnè; 11 Ilvín TR709
Tára looked up from the rutter she had been examining, and saw a handsome young man standing on the other side of the long table she at which she was seated.
“Do you ever stop reading, bookworm?”, the young man queried.
“Hêral, do you ever read at all?”, she replied.
“Not if I can help it”, Hêral quipped.
Tára shook her head. Hêral was an excellent sailor, and had a natural talent for navigation by sight, but he seemed totally uninterested in the scholastic aspects of pilot’s study. Tára wondered why he had been sent to the College at all.