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Enoch laughed lightly at the 'dumb' comment, that kind of response not unlike other people in the past judging their belief system at first glance. He felt an urge flow through him to retort something about science, but logic told him that getting in an argument would lead to nothing but, well, fire apparently. The annoyance seeped out of him like a match being blown out, focusing on the slight topic change instead. It didn't take the emphasis brought up by Kyral's words to work out that he had a thirst for investigation. It was plain to see on his sparkling eyes when he danced around his dragon form, radiating intrigue. Yes, Enoch thought, they shared this regardless of how they held the reigns on their emotions. The word "Amma" echoed in his head and he briefly wondered from what language it originated from, but he assumed it stood for 'mother'. "'Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.' In my eyes, there's always a reward for digging deeper," A chuckle escaped his dark lips.

"You can get a 'general studies' degree here if you satisfy the core classes, but it wouldn't get you very far in specific career options. My calling, I can tell, is to 'help' people, but that's far too ambiguous a desire to narrow it down so easily..."

Enoch narrowed his eyes, feeling unusual threads of heat radiating off of Kyral. The man seemed like he was barely hanging onto the conversation in some respects, the glazed look in the shorter man's eyes and pinch of tension in his forehead sparking a knot of conflict in him. The 'pushover' comment washing over him emptily and he continued as if he hadn't been insulted. "It suits my needs well enough, the stagnant air gets to me occasionally. I suspect, however, the truer colors of this place hide in darker corridors," the words fell from him without much feeling, distracted. His icy eyes, close enough to his conversation partner to note that they were oblong, sharper than a human's. They remained fixed on a spot on Kyral's face while he asked, "Are you alright? You don't look well."

Enoch let out a small noise of interest, meeting Kyral's sharp eyes, sensing the heat of magic spiraling in them, like swirling magma. A fire elemental, huh? This was an area he didn't have a lot of knowledge in, figuring elementals were simple creatures borne from nature's elements, but he looked anything but simple. Where then was the line between human and fire drawn? Was it even a line, or was it a muddled swirl of volatile energy contained in his tiny form? Enoch guessed the latter, from these 'headaches' he got. "I wonder if there are others like you with this problem. You're the first elemental of any species I've met, halfbred or otherwise," he murmured, his voice dimmed out of respect for the Indian man's pain, guessing it might've felt like a fever or a migraine. A moment later, a whisper of cold air brushed against Kyral's forehead, roughly the location of where he was rubbing it a second ago, without taking the time to think whether or not it was pushing boundaries. "You must feel hot all the time then? It's like we're opposites!" Enoch laughed airily.

Glancing down at the dark skin exposed on his legs, he shrugged noncommittally. "I like being able to feel the wind, I suppose." He pursed his lips, the only sign that Kyral's words had depressed him. Enoch knew that all living creatures had to die in their due time, this was one of the first lessons he remembered being told as a fledgling. However, Seeing the excitement light up in the man's dark eyes, the thirst for knowledge so familiar, what right did he have of living longer, healthier? It seemed a cruel justice to him, a waste of an intelligent being. Kyral's soured expression gave a hint that he felt a similar sorrow. He let the topic of half-elementals slip away, the attention shifting back on him. "You're correct, though fire dragons tend not to live terribly long due to their violent tendencies. Wind and water live the longest, maybe because we hold togetherness in higher regard." He shut his eyes, the image of his great grandmother, in her proud enormous white form, still clear in his mind. The only water dragon he'd ever met had been ancient, thousands of years old, but not speaking a single word to him. "I'm essentially still an infant. I don't know what it would be like to live that long, what it would feel like." What he didn't mention that growing that old scared him terribly, almost more than death.

Enoch blew some white curled strands out of his face, a knot tightening in his stomach. While he understood how polarized their concerns were, it did little to settle his nerves. "I've witnessed what that kind of loss does to people," He said, his words steady and not giving away his hidden insecurity. In fact, that wasn't what scared him of the concept of eternity. It was to reach a point where his mind wouldn't be his, would lack feeling, would no longer know what curiosity felt like. Would he even know the difference between his life and nonreality? It was this that sent a cold shiver down his spine, to let go of the most vital parts of him, to wither away. And Kyral's words hinted at the opposite fear, to die young in the blink of an eye, before leaving so much of a footprint on the earth. "They're both terrifying to imagine."

The edge of Enoch's lip snagged into the ghost of a grin. The melancholy of living forever wasn't something he should think about, far less in front of a stranger, the topic was abandoned gratefully. Pale eyebrows raised in response to the suggestion, a new splash of color suddenly spreading on his impression of the elemental. "And I thought you were one to stick to the rules. Was I wrong?" The question was purposefully redundant, the answer was obvious from the mischievous look Kyral was giving him. Further curiosity of the student's past and personality swirled around his tongue, but he held it in. Now wasn't the right time to keep pressing. He curled his toes against the threadbare fabric in his moccasins, excitement making his heart pound. "The windows are locked tight, I already checked." Enoch tilted his head questioningly towards the painted white metal of the front door, wordlessly asking for suggestions.