Haziel liked his first student, he wasn’t sure that he would always feel the same if he ever got more, but Viserys was like him and thus would always hold a spot within the huge black and russet brute’s heart. Being a prince wasn’t easy, Haziel knew all about that, especially when you knew that you were’t the one who was going to be the next King and you were surrounded by more ‘able’ siblings. He was like Vise, likely to be the last chosen not that it seemed Viserys wanted to be chosen anyway just as Haziel was, but still you have that will to prove yourself to your family in some way, shape, or form. As soon as Spring came to a close that would be the time where Haziel would return to Glorall and learn from the Dark Angel of Diveen, Malina, how to be an assassin, how to learn that family art that was denied to him. Surely Viserys felt the same in some way.

When the boy snorted one of Haziel’s ears flicked and he finished closing the distance, lowering himself onto his blackened haunches and simply letting his gaze wander around, though his ears were much more obvious to his attentions pivoted towards the boy that then started to speak. The male knew that the boy wasn’t convinced in what he said and that was curious to Haziel. Did his student think that Clouds could feel? Haziel guessed he didn’t know, he knew plants could feel, but clouds? This was curious thought indeed. The male wished for him to elaborate, ”Do you think they are more like the plants? Or something even more simple?” Haziel questioned him he wished to know how it was Viserys was thinking. Perhaps it would even give the blind male more insight to the world.

Still though he answered the second part of Haziel’s question and the dark coated male was attentive to his answer. Interesting. ”Troubles come with caring, if you care for something you will inevitably feel pain, you can not care but then you will live a life alone and potentially hated by others.” Though Haziel did genuinely feel bad for his student for his ill sister and his back legs. Nothing seemed to work, and Haziel wasn’t certain there were any medicines to help him, his back felt strange to the healers paw and he cannot fix what isn’t there. Just like his lack of eyesight. A dream to fix such things… nothing more. ”But, I do know what you mean. Perhaps this is why my Grandfather thought it would be best for me not to live as I am. I have been there, Viserys, all we can do is press on, the weather will warm then you can start training your legs to have more strength and hopefully this will help you for the next winter. You are young yet, give it time. We all find our place and purpose someday.”

Perhaps it wasn’t much help, but Haziel indeed had times where he doubted himself when he was younger. It was a waste of his time. ”Those who do not have what our problems do not understand, and will not ever understand. Your distraction is justified. How are your legs today now that the sun is bright upon us and the temperatures begin to steay?”