"My mother used to have a garden quite like this," he murmured. It was a rare feeling of sentiment from a man who felt he'd quite outgrown that long before his turn. But, well, he'd been away from much of the supernatural intersections of the communities. Perhaps somewhat intentionally. Still, it was almost pleasant to see it again. "Not quite as large, of course."

But it reminded him of home and his youth. Of the years in the Circle. Years he'd quite enjoyed.

"I was very impressed to hear about your school."