Muko was right; he did like being there. In common with most of the children in the class of Naturals, he adjusted quickly. Everything was new and different from whatever had gone before, although of course he had no recollection of what had gone before other than what turned up in his dreams or broke through in the occasional glimmer of memory.
Time flew by for all of them. One day was generally like another, its routine consisting of breakfast, lessons, meals and homework with a few additional activities. The children gradually developed relationships with their friends and their teachers who maybe, in some sense, took over the role of siblings and parents respectively – but such a comparison would never have occurred to them; there was very little parent-like about the teachers in any case. The school wasn't seen as their home, either; words like these had vanished from their minds as completely as they had from their vocabulary.
Muko was in his element. The lessons grabbed his interest and he applied the same diligent attention to all lessons and assignments, even if they were optional. He was always punctual, not only in his attendance at classes, but also in