Two students trailed behind them like guilty ducklings, trying not to stare.
"Wasn't luck," one murmured. "I was right there. His foot hit, the tiles twitched, and he just... wasn't where he'd been."
"People don't move like that," the other said.
"Yeah. That's what I mean."
Esen fell in step backwards, engaging in the conversation.
"I put chalk where his toes hit," he said, delighted. "The pattern's rude. Like he told geometry to wait outside."
"Can you do it?" one asked.
Esen grinned. "I can annoy geometry itself. It's a start."
