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Kira walked along the streets swiftly. Her cloak swirling the dust into the air. Her shield keeping the dust at bay. Turning a corner she went over her fathers orders in her head.

'Bring several bowls and a jug of pure lemon water to the house of Pellin.'

Her father had been clear and she had gone all over the city to get it. Like her father she had magic, but unlike her father she was unable to become a full magician. She was just an extra power source while Torean, her fathers apprentice, was to succeed him and become a full magician. Torean had never missed an opportunity to remind her of that fact. She disliked Torean and didn't hide it from him. Her father was not as bad as some of the magicians she had met. Although she was never to be a full magician her father had taught her the basics that gave her the key to expanding on her skills. She was sure her father knew this would happen. Running along the street she spotted Torean and skidded to a halt.

"So you have finally made it. What happened over slept." Torean laughed loudly. Feeling her hand lighten she looked to see the bowl of lemon water fly into the air.

"Stop that!" She reached to take it from the air when it moved, causing it to spill a little. Reaching it again she nearly tripped over the stairs.

"Use your magic, oh you can't can you." His laugh made her cringe. Looking at Torean she moved up the stairs and punched him in his gut.

"No, but I can use my feminine charm." She laughed as the bowl dropped into her arms as she moved past Torean, who was holding his stomach, and into the house.

'Bitch!' Kira turned and scowled at an injured Torean.

"What did you just say?" Kira glanced back as she walked up the old, oak stairs.

"Nothing, You psycho!" Torean shouted up the stairway, while trying to catch up with her.

"Great so i'm now hearing voices?" She threw over her shoulder to the approching apprentice.

"Probably. Women do go crazy more than men," pushing past her he knocked some of the lemon water onto her robes. "Oh what a shame you don't have any magic to help you." He ran into the far bedroom laughing. Kira placed the bowl of water onto the floor and concentrated on her wet robe. Gathering some of her magic she caused waves of heat to course through the robe, drying it gradually.

"Maybe my father doesn't tell you everything." Kira smirked to herself and extended her will to propel the bowl up into her hands. Carrying it in she handed to her father and smiled at Torean as he regarded her dry robes with surprise and dismay. Kira walked walked out of the house smiling. ' So I can get to you after all.'