“Jonathan.”
“Jonathan,” Creyton sized Jonathan up. Jonathan gave him a curious gaze. “What color is your aura, Jonathan?”
“It's gold,” replied Jonathan.
“Gold.” Creyton's eyes narrowed. He looked at the estate, and then back at Jonathan. “Not quite as powerful as blue, but still…you're probably the most talented one here.”
Jonathan looked awkward at the assessment. “I, um, I really love to learn,” he said.
“You probably take to it easily,” said Creyton.
“I—” Jonathan looked as though he wasn't comfortable with the budding competitive nature of this, and he waved a hand. “I just work hard. I really want to get this right.”
“Yes,” said Creyton. “Failure is a burden.”
Jonathan's brow furrowed. “I guess so. But anyway, I'm glad you're here. I hope that we can be friends at this place f
