As they talked and grew to know each other more eventually Vivianna joined them, afterwards they moved on and joined Arian’s group and got to know the rest of their platoon. The knights came to pick them up once the time had passed and they headed out for dinner, a truly sumptuous meal fitting of nobility. After dinner they were asked to fill out the class forms which the knights would pick up before the end of the day. Jace was amazed by the sheer amount of available classes. He could learn any of the artistic things he could think of, music, sculpting, painting singing, acting, literature. The list went on and on, the combat classes he skipped, he doubted there was much more he could learn in the way of mastery from an average knight. He did decide to take up mounted combat, as he had absolutely zero experience in the area. What kind of knight would he be if he couldn’t do that.

The thing was he needed to select at least three classes, there were a multitude of study sessions he could join. Experimental labratories, breeding farms, monster taming. Oeh he actually liked the sound of the last one, add to list. That left him with other classes, etiquette was mandatory or he would have chosen that. WHAT, lovemaking? They had classes in sex? Holy hell! Jace had to admit he was tempted to select the class just for the hell of it, but he had to remind himself he was a married man. He could learn a variety of production classes as well, he frowned and tapped his chin for a while. In the end he was stuck between three choices, sculpting, the flute and painting. He decided to ask the others for their advice.

----Sarai POV----

It hadn’t even been that long since Jace had left and she already missed him. Sarai sighed, she gazed down at the simple ring she wore on her finger. She smiled gently and stroked the shining metal, her husband. Her heart fluttered, she had been happier the week after he had forced the ring on her than she had ever been in her life. She had doubts before, that he might leave her and she would be on her own again, bleeding and working herself raw to provide for Aziva. The doubts had grown and eaten at her and after the horrific day when they crippled her and took her daughter those doubts had grown outside of her control. She panicked and tried to push away the one man who had cared for her regardless of the circumstances. She raised her hand and a small flame appeared above it, she had been working hard. Training so much that she collapsed from exhaustion on some days.

She manipulated the little flame and made it dance over her fingers, she flicked it to the tip of her finger, with a shake of her hand she spread the flame to all five fingers. She closed her hand into a fist. The flames seeped through the cracks and her entire hand became coated in fire. She had baptised herself in the flames of magic and scorched away her former class. Something she had not thought possible. Classes were permanent, this was common knowledge. She gazed at her stat page as reality showed otherwise. The class flickered, burning with letters created of flame, something she had never heard of before.

Sarai, wife of Jace, mother to Aziva was a level twenty-six Celestial Flameling.