Forrasis never received the answer to his question, at least not from the person to whom it had been asked. Instead, he heard another woman’s gentle voice supply him with the knowledge he needed. “Well then, if you are Miss Genova, then by the process of elimination, the young woman who just left must have been in fact Miss Amour. A pity, it seems she won’t be joining us today. Perhaps tomorrow.” While Hunni’s words had been a lullaby, the Fallen’s were harmonious hymn. Every syllable that spilled from Foras’s lips was a sweet song, carried by the harps of cherubs.
When the door creaked again, announcing another entrant to his class, Forcas’s azure gaze lifted to the newcomer as the youth sought a seat near the door, and thereby at the back of the class. Again by the process of elimination and given that only two men had been listed on his roster, Foras’s was able to conclude that the second arrival was the Distol Beoulve. His class consisted of four, though only three had arrived and stayed, students that had decided to scatter themselves around the room. To Foras, there was no apparent logic evident in their seating arrangement. It was only a minor detail that he would quickly correct.
The teacher cleared his throat, and even that normally crude sound held a soft music as it vibrated in his throat. “If you would please, I would like if all of you sat in the front row as there is not enough of you to justify sitting beyond it.”
Foras waited until the students objected or oblige, his face maintaining his placid expression as easily as any marble statue might. “Now, I have heard how in your former institutions, if you attended any, you were most likely taught as a group all at the same pace without any regard to your specific talents or failings. This was a mistake I shall not repeat. Each of you will have your own curriculum that will provide challenges suited for you and you alone. To determine exactly what material needs to be covered by each individual, there will be two parts of today’s class.” As he spoke, Forrasis’s traced his gauntleted fingertips across the smooth, steel suitcase he had laid atop his desk. The faint hum of metal scraping across metal filled the silence between his words.
“First, I will administer an examination. It will be timed, and you are not allowed the use of a calculator. A sheet of common formulae will be provided for your use as reference during the exam. Second, I will meet with each of you to speak in private. We will discuss your personal goals and expectations for this class. You may also tell me of your previous experiences and knowledge in the subject, but I believe that the results of your evaluations will be a better gauge of ability.” Foras’s silver fingers darted across the clasps of the briefcase and they snapped open, glinting in the fluorescent lighting of the room. After a two second pause, as Foras withdrew his hands, the case opened towards him, like the yawning mouth of a metallic monster. The Fallen reached into the maw, the lid of the container concealing its contents.
“This, is your examination,” he stated, hefting a thin stack of papers into the air. “You will be allotted an hour and a half to complete it. If you know all of the material, it should take half of that time; if you know none of it, you won’t finish—even if you use the sheet of formulae.” Forrasis paused, glancing over his pupils.
With a shake of his head, his mane of platinum locks swaying against his cheeks and shoulders, he announced his assessment, “I doubt any of you will know all of the material.” The Fallen lowered his eyes to the papers in his metal-gloved hand and they drifted from left to right as he scanned the page. “It begins with basic arithmetic and ends with theoretical mathematics that even the geniuses of this middle sphere have yet to even fathom. If you find the wording of a question vague or do not understand what is being asked, please raise your hand and I will come assist you. I can only provide minimal instruction in additional instruction to what has been printed. Are there any questions?”