[Skellig sits under one of the many trees in the woods, the tree being kind enough to stretch out its branches more so she’s in the shade. With her legs tucked under her and a grimoire on her lap, she reads and studies at her own pace, a small smile on her face as she reads the familiar words and recalls being taught them years before. As she reads, she absent-mindedly twitches her fingers and lets a leave beside her flit about and float around her hand only for it to fall heavily to the ground when Skellig hears footsteps. She lifts her head from the book quickly, smiling nervously when she sees the boy and waves a little awkwardly.]