[ Sunny's sitting alone at a table, both his brows furrowed and a book open in front of him. It's thick, but for all that its outside appears aged, the pages are nicer than he'd expect them to be.

His lips are pressed together, his fingers curled into tight fists that rest atop the table's surface. Anyone who might've been watching him would notice that he's been stuck on the same page for quite a while (at least two minutes, to be honest).

Currently, he's stuck on a sentence that reads: The Kingdom of Thorne's royal army consists of both the most accomplished mages in the land and the strongest soldiers, who too are enhanced by magic. Don't ask him how long it took him to get there. ]

The ki... king... kingdom of Thor... neh. [ That doesn't sound right. ] The Kingdom of Thorne. Thorne's. [ Damn it, he forgot about the apostrophe rules. ] Thorne's royal army con... sists of both the most acc... accom--

[ Yeah, clearly he's not doing too hot. Sunny's brows furrow, and whether you choose to approach him yourself or pass by close enough for him to notice you, he'll lift his head with suspicion in his eyes.

Suspicion that, inevitably, melts into mild chagrin. ]

...sorry. [ A beat. ] I'm stuck on this word. [ His finger taps lightly under the word "accomplished". ] I can't figure out how to read the two C's.

[ He visits the dungeons the first time only because he heard there were others there like him along the grapevine. Sunny isn't entirely sure it's the best idea, but something doesn't sit right with him being free to roam the castle while others are locked below ground. Maybe he's turned into a bleeding heart. Maybe he's just tired of cages.

Regardless, by the time he comes down again today, there're a few people he's talked to here and there, and the trip that he makes is one with purpose.

Whatever it is you've asked of him, he's managed to sneak in. Food will come from inside his sleeves. A book will be hidden underneath his tunic (but might not be the precise type of book asked for; he isn't the best reader). Regardless, Sunny offers it between the bars. ]

Here. [ His voice is low, brows furrowed. ] ...sorry if it's not enough. I'm starting to think they don't want me going down so much.

[ Fire sparks at the ends of his fingers and Sunny has to hold back the urge to jump back in surprise. You did this yourself, he tells himself in his mind. This is magic you did.

But it's still bizarre to look at, to feel, without it hurting.

It fades about two seconds after, but it's more than what he managed to do the week before. Sunny's never had interest in magic (he didn't think anything supernatural existed until two or so years ago), but the words of the Master echo in his head: you have much work to do with your Gift.

He's never seen anyone throw flame back home, but he tells himself that magic is just another form of training. If nothing else, at least training gives him routine.

Turning to the person at his side (who's struggling, it looks like), Sunny offers a brief tick of the mouth in an attempt at a smile. ]

Need help?

Sunny was welcomed into Thorne, and he's spent a lot of his time trying to memorise the castle layout, read up on the history (poorly), and attend any training available. At magic training, he's best with the fire element, but can't really do anything with it; he also does his own personal, physical training outdoors (think tai chi, wushu forms, etc.) that other people can join in or learn from if they'd like. Feel free to PM me if you'd like to plan anything out in specific, or just drop a starter! No worries.