RP:First Rule of Valen's Magic Club

Summary: Magic is really very simple. All you have to do is want something, and then let yourself have it!

Larket: Academy of Magics

Valen would have been sitting in one of the two armchairs in front of a fire, a glass of Absinthe next to him as he stared into the flames. "Well, guess it's about that time." he would idly say to himself as he got up, and went to go and see if Percivaale had gone back to the room yet. More than likely, he expected to meet that little bundle of adorableness in the hallway...singing or something to a painting (give him a break, he just met the kid) but would take his time as he walked. The thing that was on his mind currently however, was just how he was going to explain to his beu that he may have inadvertently adopted a child.

Percivaale smiled, the corner of his lips twitching. He was just ready to boil over. For the sixth time, as he tries to put the new sheets on his bed, it had once again become undone. With no respect with fine cotton sheet, he tears it to shreads, as he simply collapses on the uncovered padded mattress. He didn’t bother to cover the pillow either, as it would always fit in the most awkward ways. He was better off just… not doing it. Perci doesn’t need sheet. Nah. His head swivels when a familiar presence is just beyond his door way. “Valen? Or is it Mr. Valen now?” Percivaale adds, "Or Professor Valen? Fitting title."

Valen would walk in, see the shredded sheet, and give off a light airy chuckle. "Oh my. It seems like someone is having quite the adventure.." With a wave of his hand, a sheet made of pure shadow would spring from the end of the bed, cover it while going underneath Percivaale, and come to rest at the head while all the sides tucked them in neatly. "That should suffice at least for tonight until I can track down some more bedsheets for you, and it should be whatever you feel comfortable calling me...provided it is appropriate. Professor Valen is just...too long, Mr. Valen...well...No. So if you would like, you may certainly just call me Valen." With a sigh, he would offer a hand to help the young mess up off the bed. "Time for our first lesson."

Percivaale climbs out of his little twin sized bed slowly and gracefully, combing back his pure white hair as he slides down, “I was wondering when we’ll get down to business (OOC: TO DEFEAT. THE HUNS). I was never one to wait. “Is there a syllabus you intend to hand out, or am I just blindly going for it?” He strides over to the doorway, his pace quick, but intended to match yours as he follow you out of the dorm hall. “What is our first lesson today, Valen?” He used to wander through these halls on the first day here, looking at the high cathedral halls in awe. But now, that he is finally enrolled as a student, he can only look ahead of him, wondering where he is heading.

Valen would give off an amused smirk before shaking his head "No syllabus just yet, I want to see what you can do on your own. Follow me, and we will go somewhere much more suitable...like outside. Less chance of explosions, and damage to the building. As he led the young boy outside, he had to keep from beaming with pride. His very first lesson that he would be giving since he had been back! Oh, he could already just see the possibilities...and then it dawned on him. Both new students were vampires...He could start his own coven maybe! Upon reaching the outside, he would turn and walk a few feet back and motion to Percivaale. "Alright. Show me the easiest thing that you know how to do that is with magic."

Ngirturong would be within the library of the Academy, seated at one of the many table. Many books rest in front of the teen with nearly all of them she read through in a matter of mintutes. Her right hand hold an open book to the table top as her eyes quickly race through the lines of it's pages, all the while, the teen's left hand wields a quill that she uses to gotch down notes upon a personal blank paged book of her own. The world around her is unnoticed as she buries herself into a new found interest, she makes no noise, merely reads and takes notes.

Percivaale tilts his head. His easiest? No need to show off, he shrugs. Besides even if he did, he wouldn’t find the right material to cast it. The most simplest spell he knows was fire. He lifts his palm up, concentrating his spell into the palm of his hand. Within moments, a spark erupted into a small white fire, the size of a candle flame. “This is one of my most easiest spell. I can pull it off without any components or hassle.” It was bright even in well lit room.

Valen would have called to Ngirt as they walked outside "Ngirturong! Come on, lesson time!" with a cheery voice. As Percivaale made the flame, it was clear that the teacher was taking mental notes. He was studying technique, finesse, application, resolve, anything you could think of...even stance. Now, would be the fun part. With a smirk, he would give off a soft applause before asking very politely "Very good. Now, try doing that without raising your hand up. Let's say...stomach level. Make your hand go no higher than that, and let's say you use the opposite hand this time as well, and see if you can still produce the flame." In his head, he knew it would sound odd but there was a method in his madness, he needed to test their abilities in every conceivable way. It would be work for teacher and students, but he knew in the end it would pay off. He had to know if they could still perform in unexpected situations, as life was full of them.

Larewen entered the academy, mismatched eyes sweeping this way and that as she found her way to the room in which Valen was currently instructing another. Her arrival was not in any form or fashion heralded; in fact, the elf simply slipped in and leaned against the wall near the doorway. Her once pretty, now heavily scarred features were set into an expression of displeasure, but the runes carved into her flesh were black. The anger she felt, the bitterness, were emotions that the curse written upon her skin allowed, and thus there was no eldritch glow to accompany her presence. Her chest was still marred by that ‘Y’ indicative of an autopsy, though now it was slowly beginning to scar that same ebon hue. Patiently, she waited for the newest member of House Dragana to take notice of her.

Ngirturong lifts her head with a clear frown. "Seriously?! "The teen voices, as she leans back in her seat, motioning with her hands to the books and notes. "I kinda busy, does this lesson have to happen now? "Clearly she doesn't want to be pulled from her own study pursuits, she always hated that. "I'm really starting to think I can do most of stuff these books talk about."

Percivaale releases his hand from the air, switching to his right hand. He wonders if there is a dominant hand for casting magic, if there was… He can’t exactly express sweet nothings elegantly onto paper without using his left hand. He glances up to Valen, then to an unfamiliar lady that looked about a few years elder than him enters the room—his other proclaimed student? Perci can only assume. Hiding his left hand behind his back, he turns over his right with palm open and casts the firebolt spell with concentration. It sparked thrice this time, only to flicker a transparent blue. He bites his lip, eyes narrowing into the flame. His franticness to turn to match his previous white flame only made it wisp in the wind, reflecting turmoil as he concentrated. Instead, it dulls, completely vanishing. Percivaale tries again. Nothing. Once more. No good. Withdrawing his hand, he nearly said sorrow, but he caught his tongue before it could amount to single syllable, “S-suppose I’m a lefty?” He refuses to look at his fellow classmate in the eye, not without making even a bigger fool out of himself. A simple spell! Really! Even his human self easily learned! Now he’s having trouble with a toddler’s spell as when he’s immaculately ten times better then his old self.

Valen would watch, eager at hoe he still managed to surpass his expectations. This one was certainly one to keep an eye on, though when he saw that he had become embarrassed, his heart-strings were tugged at once more by this small vampiric child, and once more he felt like a parent, rather than a teacher. It had been the same way for the other student as well, though he would deal with that sass in a bit. "Hey. You still surprised me okay Percivaale? I want you to keep practicing that, try once more but remember what I said! Magic is really very simple. All you have to do is want something, and let yourself have it." He would then call to Ngirturong "Young lady, I am going to teach you something you cannot find in any book, no matter what library you go to now would you please-" He was cut off at the sight of Lady Larewen and in a split second, kindness, patience, all of it...was gone, replaced by dread when he saw how she was looking as far as emotions went. Without even breaking eye contact with her, he would say to Percivaale "Stay here young one, get Ngirturong, that nice young lady over there to practice with you." He would then go over to the Vampiress, and give a soft bow in greeting. "Lady Larewen...It is good to see you. I...was wondering where you might have been." Looking up, he saw Irenic's silver eye along with her brown one and a tug of anguish speared him like a knife, but he willed it away. He was over that now, and he would act accordingly for the plans he had were far to great to be worried about one's affection. "How might I help you this evening?"

Larewen watched the exchange between teacher and student, her brown eye reading the magics within Percivaale and Ngirturong. The use of fire, rather than a darker element gave cause for the arching of a dark brown brow. Fire would be easier… for a mage. Her pale lips finally parted, the words that bereaved themselves of her throat spoken in a haunting tone. “Try it with darkness, instead. The same way you would call fire to your command, call the shadows,” was said before Valen too notice of her and her attention was once more fixed upon him. As he approached, the corners of the necromancer’s lips twitched upward into a cruel smile. “Would you care to tell me why you undid my spell?” she asked, her voice hardly above a hissing whisper.

Ngirturong rolls her eyes as she lets out a sign, laying her quill to the table she grabs her personal note book and holds it to her chest, crossing her arms around it as her cloak close over her shoulder to drape over her body. She follows behind Valen and Percivaale, getting this student a side glance. She looks to Larewen with a lifted brow at her comment to Percivaale, sorting. "Try it with darkness instead. "She mocks, altering her voice some to sound somewhat like Larewen. "Who talks like that? "She stares to Valen, narrowing her eyes to display how annoyed she feels at the moment. "So what's the lesson? I hope it's worth you dragging me outside."

Percivaale raises an eyebrow as he listens to the tip from another lady who walks in. He stiffens at her presence and immdietly returns to casting firebolt. Utilizing darkness? But flame is the embodiment of light. It literally emits it, along with warmth. How could he possibly take something so crucial from a magical energy without it spontaneously combusting itself? He’d rather not damage his new place. He was quite fond of it’s cathedral-like setting. He blinks several times as he follows his new classmate, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you have a lot of salt contained in you.” He crosses his arms, tilting his head. He doesn’t know what to say, so the white haired child answers, “I dunno. I was expecting some hazing initiation ritual. Like … hmm. Maybe drinking pork’s blood from a silver chalice?” He ends with a honeyed voice, sarcasm dripping in every word. Well, it would have been effective ritual if he were human, but things happen.

Valen immediately, at Larewen's words, shut down almost at her question. He had an idea that would be coming sooner or later so he gave the only answer he could, in the same whisper though perhaps less hissy. "I...apologize, my Lady. That was done before I met you...right before actually. I have been seeing what that is doing to him though, and I regret my actions and am fully prepared to remedy that if necessary. I do not believe though, that merely locking them away is the key. With your permission, I would like to destroy them." He was dead serious, and he certainly knew how to do such a thing. "That way the mistake cannot be repeated. There are..." he would match her smile, if only for a brief moment. "Other, alterations I would like to make to your pet as well but...Perhaps that might be a discussion for a more private affair." His frown would return as he wondered just what wa sgoing to await him now that he had most likely royally pissed off this woman. The mocking tone from his female student had him paling quite considerably and he would turn to look at her with terror in his eyes. "Ngirturong..." he would say softly "This is Lady Larewen, from Vailkrin. I serve her, and would appreciate that you show at least a modicum of respect in her presence. She has done nothing to you, and we are all friends here. As for your lesson, I want you to try what Percivaale here is doing, try to summon whatever Element you feel you identify with, just a little, not a lot. I do not want you overdoing it. I know you can already cast complex illusions but I would like to see where everyone is as a whole, not just individually. This will help me determine just where work is needed in a one on one setting. Now...please." he would say, politely, but still hoping that Larewen does not flip her lid. "I just have this one thing to straighten out, and then I will join you." He would then turn his full attention to the Dark Lady. "I apologize Lady Larewen, please do not think too harshly of my students. They mean well, and are quite gifted."

Larewen ’s mismatched stare fixed upon the youthful vampire in a cold, calculating stare. Her sass tightened the frown that returned to the necromancer’s lips. “One who has mastered it, child,” she retorted, the last word emphasized coldly. For the briefest of moments, she considered a demonstration, one that would likely not be of a harmless nature, before Valen has drawn her attention once more. “I will handle it,” she replied, then her eyes narrowed slightly. “What sort of alterations?” If it was what Larewen’s mind immediately went to… “Because you intend to remedy yet another punishment I have doled on him, not only will I reverse it once more, but I will bring it upon you as well.” A threat, and not so thinly veiled. As for the students… the elf lifted a scarred shoulder. “They yet hold onto their humanity. It is to be expected.” While she did not vocally forgive Valen for the spell he had undone, the fact that it was left with a simple promise to tend to it herself meant that he had been pardoned for that crime, at least. “I see death magic in the boy.”

Ngirturong rolls her eyes as she looks down to her note book. "Whatever. "She spares her classmate a longer glance than before, deciding that she will simply not like him for the time being. She snorts his way as she flips through the pages of her note book. She had read many books within the library for days on end, taking notes and trying out a few simple spells, and had already noticed some ease with the earth element as she would make the dust of to library swirl slightly. She kneels to the earth, taking a hand full of dirt from the ground, she looks to her note book and breath deeply. Staring to the dirt in her hand, the teen narrows her gaze. Slowly the grans of the dirt begin to float above Ngirt's palm, churning themselves into round clump. She sighs. "Too easy. Let me make this more interesting. "The teen has a natural gift for illusion, she realized that very quickly, and the books she read of the subject matter was very understandable and easy for her. Taking that in mind the teen decides to add that into her spell. She notices many shiny specks within the round clump of dirt and fouses upon them. As they reflect light, Ngirt grinds her teeth, for the dirt clump now seems to form spikes, spikes that seem wave and flicker in the wind. Slowly an glowing orange vail falls upon the dirt, outlining outlining it's mass. Before long the clump of earth takes on a image of flame hovering within the teens hands. Ngirt's face lights up with a grin. "Ohohohoh..."she swears"... yeah! "She screams.

Lycidas was moving through the city with an unstoppable ease, weaving through crowds and buildings to make his way towards the academy. Today, was yet another day where he had his unknown desire and mission that needed accomplished. Yesterday it was to roam the mountainous paths and see Xalious, examine the tower, look at the solid watery build of the wizarding home. Today? Today was seeing Larket, streets filled with law, order, knights, many an intimidating individual pacing the city and keeping guard.. When finally he arrived at the academy, the powerful figure of the daunting cathedral looming overhead, the man stared upon it as if it were but another church, an object many of his kind did not enjoy.. And as he stared upon the massive structure, voices could be heard nearby, a man, instructing others in their usage of magic to see where they stand. “I could go for yet another eve of visual impression.” He was a knight without a cause, no work, nor job, simply enjoying the easy things in life for now on his time off.. Afterall, evil took a break too here and there. When the first disciple began to demonstrate before him, the man clapped, an audience giving applause, allowing all to finally see him with his entrance. They stared upon a man who seemed in the later part of his 40’s, tall, broad and eyes that shown his experience, “I liked it..” He said matter of factly as he took a seat upon a nearby wall and watched the man teach. “Ugh, I hate boots after a long trek.” And with that, he removed the boots and wiggled his toes, quite freely. “Please, go on, my apologies for interrupting.”

Percivaale || After seeing his classmate excel in her elemental domain, Percivaale is inspired and once again tries to practice his flame magic or… flame without light magic, as he continues to banter with his classmate, “I haven’t formally introduced myself. Percivaale,” he mentions. It’s as though he has something additional to say, but he restrains himself, “Just Percivaale. But feel free to call me Perci.” He smiles ever-so sweetly, his plum eyes contradictingly cold as he attempts to look hospitable. But it quickly grows discontent as he realizes that his right hand was absolutely weak at this. He has to conjure heat from nothing, yet she easily manipulated the earth to suit her needs. Actually, correction, “I know we’re still children, but is it still necessary to play with the dirt? You’ll get my shoes dirty-” Hearing the sound of armor clink behind him, he freezes. It was familiar, it’s rare to see someone fully clad armor. A knight? He swivels his head, smelling no scent from the man with dark hair. “You seem a bit old to be a student,” Percivaale turns his head to Valen and the elder vampire, “Is he a teacher as well?” It’s only one day in the academy. It doesn’t mean he got this place down.

Valen would listen to Larewen intently, so greatful that she had not decided to try to harm himself, or his student. As much as he respected this woman the lives of his students would always come first, even if it put himself into danger's path repeatedly. At her question of alterations, and that not so veiled threat, a more paled look would once more wash over him as he explained "Lady Larewen. I would never, nor could I even do so if I wanted to, undo such a personal punishment. No, my suggestion would be to simply, hrm how to put this, if he insists on acting like a bird that flies away...why not grant him his wish? Let him be the bird he wishes, but at such a cost he will never go against you again. We can talk more about that later, I am after all a master at the dark forces of the vernacular though that is just my not so humble opinion." The mention of 'Death Magic' in Percivaale would had him shell shocked, though it perhaps did make a bit of sense. "I will cross that bridge when I have more one on one time with the students. I am afraid though I do not know much about it myself, though I certainly have enough resources to put together a course that will most certainly work." At Ngirturong's display however, he would gaze on in amazement before feeling a sense of pride. Not because of her abilities, he had nothing to do with that. Rather the pride he felt was the chance to further her knowledge and see what else she knew as time goes on. Calling out to her, he would offer sincere enthusiasm "There you go! Very well done! Keep that up, and you will be in the advanced classes in no time!" He knew his words would mean little to her, but he still said them nonetheless. At her scream of her own enthusiasm, a chuckle would sound from him. "Oh Larewen...you have to admit that she truly is a gifted spirit. A bit crass, but certainly gifted..." He was about to say something to Percivaale when he noticed the newcomer that had just arrived. Piercing blue eyes would now scrutinize this man, trying to determine whether he was friend or foe. When it turned out that all he wanted to do was sit down and give his feet a breather, he decided that for now the man meant no harm. "You did not interrupt sir, and I will permit you to watch." Normally he would ask that he try to not interrupt but at the insistance that he did not mean to, he felt little need to drive that nail home. Another Vampire, it seemed. Was he a collector of his own kind now? Valen nearly laughed at the irony, that he was trying to get a variety of students yet here he was surrounded by a gaggle of vampires like himself! At seeing Percivaale's attempt to interact with his female student, a smile would press its way back onto his lips. It was a bit of a lost cause this night, he would wager, but he had to admit Perci's tenacity though the comment about her playing with the dirt had him on edge. She already seemed like a loose cannon, so he felt it best to try and distract his student further. "No he is not a teacher, simply an observer." To the newcomer he would offer that same smile "Though should you decide to be, all you need to do is ask the headmaster inside. Or, if you wish to learn, I will take students of any age provided they simply wish to further their knowledge." Back to Percivaale "I want you to -try- what Lady Larewen said. Try to call the shadows. You did say that you wanted to learn how to fly, correct? Well that will certainly be a step in the right direction..." In his mind he hoped that Larewen would not try to take him away from the school, he already felt like a parent to both Ngirt and PErcivaale though they had not had time to really observe that.

Larewen would be lying, if she were to claim no interest in Perci. For now though, the elf showed no intentions of snatching his student - that would likely come later, when Valen could no longer teach the child what he needed to learn. At a time when the young necromancer needed to advance in the dark arts, the necromancer would be there to teach him. “Fly?” she echoed, brow arched. An interesting aspiration, certainly. For that, he would need to manipulate the air or gain wings. Shadows could be used in a similar manner, though. Valen’s words paint an amused smirk on her features. “That’s a wonderful idea, Valen,” she admitted, contemplating putting action to his words and turning the avian into that which his kind had once been. Like Valen, the elf also too notice of the newcomer - though that was because he was situated right beside her. As he wiggled his now bare toes, her nose wrinkled slightly but nothing was said. Her silver eye studied his physical appearance, while the brown one moved past that, to read what magic was within him. Faint traces of death, and that piqued her interest. If she was further perturbed by Ngirturong’s continued poor attitude, she did not show it.

Ngirturong would scoff at Perci's word. "Someone feels jealous. Maybe even inferior? "She grins as she turns to Valen and smiles, that's in fact all she could do. His words of praise does indeed boost her desire to learn more. However, right now her spell is starting to fade, the feiry image falls, allowing the dirt true form to show. The clump slowly falls apart, and fall to the ground. Balling her hand to a fist, she frowns. "Damnit, it never lasts longer than a few moments." She looks to her notes,flipping through them, barely noticing the newcomer. His sight is frightening to the teen, causing her to tense up as she sees him. SHe hugs her note book close to her chest as she takes a couple steps back, attempting to use Perci as shield as she slips behind him. "What the..." she swears. "Why does everyone in the world have to be some type of weirdo?"

Lycidas took note of the rest, of course attempting to decipher mage from weapon wielders, though knowing from the conversations that most of these were students to the arcane arts.. And perhaps both of these two teachers? But, rather than interfere, he was here simply to relax quite easily. His toes wiggled freely in the air, “One’s a snot, one is not.” The words were spoken loudly enough for the snide one with the attitude to hear. “Wouldn’t you agree?” His head turned towards the woman who stood over him presenting her with his inquiry.

Percivaale ||Shadows, shadows, what of these shadows? Percivaale chuckles to himself, knowing all too well he sounded like his female classmate who refuses to tell her name. But he knows not of these shadows. He’s merely surrounded by it. Even more so in his current circumstance. It was almost like telling a fish how to climb a tree. You may command it as you please, but do they even have the ability to do so in the first place? His abilities are limited to burning with the hottest flame imaginable to freezing anything that could thirst. To remove the light of a flame is contradicting itself, Percivaale knows it, or so he learned from his old tutor. Flame emits two things: light and heat. If he was to turn a flame into a shadow, he might as well remove the heat too. He sighs, knowing there’s a high chance of this not going to work. Exchanging the weak blue flame from his right hand to his left, the flame flickers into a dazzling white. He was going against Valen’s orders here, but he’ll… probably understand? Just this once. Whispering another spell under his breathe, he presses his lips against his knuckle, shards of ice once again forming into a jagged glass glove. He hisses as the cold bites at his skin. Percivaale only used chilltouch once on himself before, and it was only to be able to hold a highly toxic metal. And now here he is, using it for the second time. With both duel elements at each hand, he pauses. His left held a blazing white fire, the other, jagged formations of ice that sparkled under sunlight. Perci abruptly decides to combine together. And it hurt. A lot. Two drastic temperatures meeting together cracks his hand. He bites back his cries. Damn these shadows, mate. You can’t make a goddamn flame to lose it’s light, because it’s not a goddamn flame anymore. It’s a separate element on it’s own. It was like a fire, but it was too dark. It burned slowly, drooping like water. It gave off rich plum color. It was emitting darkness. It didn’t hurt in his hand anymore. In fact, it was absorbing the cold from his grip, yet it was burning away life. The shadow was absolutely numbing. He encircle it in his hands, moving it. Percivaale stared into the shadow, mouth agaped, as it grew larger, spilling through his tiny little fingers. The shadow touched the grass, spilling even further. These damn shadows.Percivaale backs out suddenly, the shadow from his hand dissappearing as he withdrew closer to the wall. The wall where the knight calmly seems to watch over everything.

Valen felt a wave of relief come over him once more at the mention that his idea had been a good one. He truly did care for the Avian, and hated to suggest such a fate, but perhaps it could actually help both himself and his friend in some twisted way...another adventure, and another destiny. "Yes, Lady Larewen, he wishes to fly." he said now regarding Percivaale. "After he saw my own shadow wings, he expressed the interest, and I told him I could try to teach him but we will have to see just how far off that is. This is after all their first lesson, but I have faith in the," A concerned look now as he looked into her eyes. "I truly hope you feel better since that day we met in Vailkrin. Your look of pain has haunted me to this day, and I may have done some rash things the other day but if you have the time later perhaps a drink...and an ear will help us both, unless..." he would curl his lips into a somewhat amused grin. "Unless you have no time for such distractions. Tis' okay, I will understand." He meant it in a lighthearted jest, to at least try to coax the tiniest smile from the woman. Ngirturong's comments about people would earn a laugh, and would say jokingly "Hey now, last I heard you called me beautiful...not wierd, arent I someone in the world?" Excusing himself with a bow from Larewen, he would go over to the young female and offer a congratulatory smile "You did well, truly. I am very proud of what I saw and I can not wait to see what else you impress me with. I think though that will end the lesson for tonight, it was a great start. Go back to your books if you wish, but I want both of you in your dorms at a decent hour tonight." Looking down now to Percivaale, that impressive display that he had no idea what to call it had certainly been too dangerous. What had he been thinking?! With a sigh, he would bend down and pick up the unconscious boy, and sling him over his shoulder. "Foolish boy..." he would mutter, immediately following it by saying "You are going to be fantastic, of that I promise you." Looking now at the newcomer, Valen would say flatly, and rather unamused "Neither of my students are snots, good sir. Perhaps a bit rambunctious, but they are young. Much younger than you or I, and such childish rhymes ought be left in the nursery where they belong. Now, I suggest that if you wish to speak with the headmaster, check in tomorrow. Or, if you wish to learn something from myself or another teacher...simply send a letter and we will see where we can place you." A polite nod would be given, and he would then take the boy back to his dormitory...those shadow blankets he had made for him still covering the bed. Valen would even tuck him in. "Sweet dreams young one...I vow that one day, people will look to you as never before..." Why on earth was he going so damn soft! With that, he would turn on his heel and seek out the comfort of his own room before succumbing to sleep.

Lycidas sat back against the cold walls, simply enjoying the simplicity of the night and what it brought. A beautiful set of moons, a peaceful breeze, cold air to breathe, even if the lungs weren't needed to be used. Yes, the night was such a simple time.