“Do you like it?”

“Yes. Bioscience is a natural choice for a Sire, given our innate healing abilities.” He keeps talking, eyes concentrating on the incisions he’s making. “Once I master, I’ll probably go on to the Artisan guild to pursue music.” This surprises me, but not as much as his volunteering the information in the first place. “I’d also consider Alchemy or Mysticism. I have little interest in the Ciphers, and we both know I have no business messing with the ethics of Sophistry. So Bioscience made the most sense as a starting point.”

He’s never spoken so many sentences in a row to me. He’s actually telling me about himself. The experience of him acknowledging me as human is a nice change.

“Well, what about me? Do you think Bioscience would be a good choice?”

He scrunches his brow for a moment, and I’m sure he’s about to say no, but then he shrugs and says, “As I said, it’s a good choice for most Sires.”

Back in the common room of my apartment later in the evening, I recall the conversation and wonder why Rafe doesn’t think Bioscience is a good fit for me. He probably just assumes I’m not good enough for his guild. But it’s not one of the guilds Michael’s been nudging me toward either. However, Kor thinks it’s best, and I agree. For Grandfather if nothing else.

I’ve been using every spare moment I have searching for a way to help Grandfather, but I haven’t found anything specific about cures for cancer. I searched the library, tried asking questions to the snooty Bio journeys, and even snuck into the Bio lab after following Kaylie to find out where it is. The only consistent response I get is, “There’s information about it in the Bioscience Guild Testaments.” Joining the Bio guild is my best bet at ever seeing those.

So Bioscience is my first choice… right? But if I don’t get in, I need a backup option.

I wish Georgie were here so I could pick her brain more. As if I haven’t been doing that for days. I’m glad for her sake that she’s been busy in her Couture Studio sewing pieces to barter at the Quorum faire. She must be sick of my constant spiraling.

All this worrying is fruitless when I could be doing something practical like actively enhancing my gallerie. I should be practicing my song.