Caelen was wondering around the pathways, looking for someone to test her potion on. So far; no luck. People just generally did not like to have fire breathed on them, even it it tickled. Or was supposed to tickle. Actually, it hurt her more than it hurt the other person to be honest. Wait, did he say she had to ask before she dragoned them? Because if not, this opened up a whole new door. A possibly dangerous door, but a door was a door.

Walking around the pathways, she actually found a few places to hide things. Nothing major, she wasn't smuggling things into the school, but she wanted to hide things. Almost like a child in a secret hideout, but not because she was older. Well, in age anyway. No matter how many times her mom told her to act older or trained her to be a lady, Caelen still had a little bit of her brother in her.

And anyway, she was slightly bored. Right now she was carrying a small vial of potion in her right hand and looking suspiciously at people, wondering who would be the best person to ask. She didn't feel like walking away awkwardly again. That didn't seem fun.

The child tapped her index fingernail against the vial the potion was in and bit her lip in thought. Would she be able to sneak up on someone, breathe fire on them and then ask them to describe it? How weird was that exactly? How many morals would she have to concede to do such a thing? Answer: not many. Which was the actually surprising part. Maybe their was more Rockwell in her than she thought.