"You've just said it yourself. You can create a small blizzard. We are in the mountains, fleeing from those that would very like to drag us back to the cave. A lightning can take out one Acolyte at a time. Fire can't burn snow. But a blizzard, even a small one, can shield a large group from the pursuit and obliterate all the trace of them passing, or the direction they went in. It can make all the difference between getting caught, and successfully escaping. I'd say that's a lot of utility."

Kell is usually the opposite of talkative. He's as probable to response in single sentences or even single words, as just not talk at all. There's one exception. You get him talking about magic, he might never shut up.

"It wasn't anything as big as academy, but yes, it was kind of formal training. At least part of it."

Tieren told Kell he's not going to treat him differently just because he's an Antari. He was to learn the same way, the same things, as every other apprentice. It was an idealistic sentiment. Nobody ever had a smidgen of doubt that he's like other apprentices. Nobody - other than Tieren himself - ever treated him like the others. It was obvious to them that he's different. It was obvious, that he does not belong.

"Most of people learning magic formally pick one element they feel good with, and study that. I did all of them, and one that only I can use."