He (and everyone else) is shocked when Kyy shows up.
For one thing, having a winged serpent show up in your bedroom is slightly unnerving at the best of times. For another - as he keeps insisting - he's not a mage.
That's not keeping the thing from mother-henning him, though, or making it leave. Goddess knows why.
He glares at it where it lays sprawled across his books, and it chuckles in it's peculiar, hissing laugh. "I'm not moving, you know."
Evyren huffs and puts on his most intimidating voice. "I have work to do, you infernal creature!"
Kyy smirks, which is particularly unnerving given the fangs. "That village to the south is imagining things - there's no monster, only a few hungry wolves. That yearmate of yours doesn't turn 15 for another 2 weeks, you have plenty of time to come up with a suitably impressive gift. And as for that origin myth you've been researching, I happen to know where you can find an answer, but I'm not telling you until you've had a break."
"You're of little use sleep-deprived and hungry, and I'm still not moving."
Evyren mutters under his breath and stalks out of the room.
Kyy hears things flying about and crashing into one another in the kitchen - this kid can't do anything the normal way, can he? - and settles down for a satisfied nap.