It was strange teaching someone the trade he had learned. It wasn’t really his choice to learn, he had to do something when he was stuck in Diveen feeling much as the boy he approached now that he was in a world full of mysteries and things he would never understand. He wasn’t allowed to follow the path he wanted to, be a warrior or assassin as his form surely wished him to be, soon that would be changing he would prove his parents, and especially his grandfather wrong come summer when he didn’t have mothers to take care of. Still there was much out there he didn’t understand and never would. Colors for instance, well he couldn’t quite blame himself for that after all he was blind and that came with the territory, but while blind other things became vividly clear to him that never would to many others that could see, he enjoyed things that others didn’t while all at the same time he couldn’t ever understand something like the clouds that his pupil was gazing at this nice spring day or the stars that kept many occupied at night. No that was something Haziel couldn’t understand and never would but he didn’t fret over it anymore it was something he grew out of wondering what he was missing because perhaps missing these things made his life simpler that it was for the cream colored boy he was slowly approaching.

He had noticed the subtle changes in voice and demeanor of their last few lessons. It came with having no sight a keen insight on how someones voice was when they were thinking hard or sad. Haziel had heard one of the daughters of his King and Queen had fallen ill and has taken to hiding. The plague got her he thought, and so far he hasn’t found anything that really could quell it but time and space. It was best that everyone stayed away from her, but it didn’t stop him from placing herbs not far away from the den for he to hopefully try, perhaps Viserys had been doing the same to try and help her but only time seemed to stop this disease in its tracks. It was fortunate it hadn’t spread more across the pack than it had seeing as they had so many loners wandering in and out as they pleased. It was dangerous, but Haziel was but a simple Alchemist of the pack and surely they wouldn’t understand the prattling and worry of a blind doctor, but time would tell. Perhaps it is his sister that brings doubt to his student’s mind though it certainly could be a viable thing to be sad over he thought. Haziel had only ever been close to his deaf sister Ariel and his litter mate Forfax. That was years and years ago now… He hadn’t really been close to any of his other siblings since though he thought he may have found some kinship with his sister Shiloh who had gone to Taviora the same day he had moved to Glorall.

He shook his head slightly, clearing his thoughts as he smells Viserys so close to him. His large black and crimson form pauses a distance away catching the words of his student. He blankly gazes towards the cream colored boy not seeing him of course but still he knows approximately where he is at. ”I do not think clouds have feelings, so of course they do not suffer Viserys.” The dark brute comments lightly. ”You have been distracted lately. Is it the clouds that taunt you? Or is there something else weighing on your mind. Surely Haziel couldn’t know if clouds taunted anyone, he knew fog was when clouds were around him and those days he would often stay in for his senses were clouded, particularly his sense of smell, and it was harder to travel about.