"I can't disturb their habitation like that," Prometheus scolded, enviously eyeing Hades's pint of ice cream. He could just conjure his own, true, but he wanted his.

"Truth be told, I kinda wanna go to the Zypherion University," he said wistfully, "Professor Thea teaches there, you know! And their knowledge of anything to do with the skykin is unrivalled! I actually asked if they did a student exchange programme or something, but I was told I couldn't go."

He pouted at this, irritated. He couldn't go, because a) he was a first year and it was only in the twilight years of the Akadaemia education that people were chosen to visit other cities' education institutions to broaden their knowledge and b) Prometheus was one of the very (un)lucky few with an affinity for the Lifestream. Until he was skilled and experienced and educated enough to strike outside of Amaurot's protection without getting kidnapped by unsavoury ne'er-do-wells for his gift (there were surprisingly several factions in the world who would made a hobby of it, weirdly enough), Prometheus was stuck in Amaurot until he finished the Akadaemia.

Another reason for his sourness towards this place. It felt more like a prison than a school to him.