What in the name of the Goddess is happening to me?
Clara and Annabelle walked into the wildmagic classroom with happy smiles on
their 15 year old faces. They both wore shirts and breeches of the same shade
of white and blue, had the same squirrel red hair tied back roughly from the
face and frosty grey eyes. They were identical twins. There was no difference
between them to the eye, but when you got to know them, you could see that their
characters were so different it was a joke.
Clara was the younger by 1 hour and much shyer, more studious and dreamier than
her sister. Annabelle on the other hand was talkative, cheeky, carefree and
fiery. She was always playing pranks on people. Despite their differences, the
2 girls were closer than peas in a pod.
Their parents had come to court to present their elder sister, Rosellen, to
bring their brother, Verne, to start his page training, and to have the twins
schooled in their wildmagic. Both of them had it, although not as much as the
famous wildmage. Both girls were eager to learn more about their amazing power, and even more when they found out that they were going to be taught by none
other than the wild mage herself.
Once they had settled themselves in chairs, they began to talk.
"Did you see Rosie's dress last night? She was stunning!" exclaimed Clara.
"Clara, she looked like a pink meringue!"
"I thought she looked beautiful! And did you see the looks she was getting?
Nealan of Queenscove looked positively smitten!"
"I thought he had his jaw resting on the floor, myself." "Annie!"
"So? It's true! And pink doesn't go with Rosie's eyes,"
"I thought that she looked beautiful,"
"I looked at her once, and was nearly sick. I was concentrating on my flirting
skills. Didn't you think Nealan of Queenscove looked good?"
"Possibly…"
"C'mon Clara! He's sex on legs!"
"OK, yes I did think he was nice,"
Clara's eyes went all hazy as she remembered the previous nights party. Nealan
of Queenscove was serving their table, with his brown hair combed back from his
beautiful handsome face. His emerald eyes danced flirtatiously when he looked
at you as he served the many courses to her sisters and her parents. Clara had
tried not to look too hard at the green-eyed man as he performed his duties, for
fear of showing to the whole court he love for him. She sighed.
Annabelle had picked up on this. "If I didn't know any better, then I would say
that you fancied him!"
Before Clara could reply to her sister's painfully truthful remark, their
teacher glided into the room, her proud belly showing through her robes. She
placed her books on the desk and smiled at the class wearily. "Hello girls!"
"Morning Daine," said Clara cheerfully.
"How's life treating you, Daine?" asked Annabelle cheekily.
"As well as can be expected, thank you. Now, can you recap on what we were
doing last lesson for me please? Clara?"
Clara straightened herself then spoke to the class of 3 people.
"You were teaching us to..." Daine let out a small hiss of pain, blinking back
tears. She clutched her belly to herself with white hands. The pain seemed to
subside and she nodded an apology to the girl. "May I continue?"
Daine nodded. "You were teaching us to stretch our magic out to reach…"
Daine let out a yelp of pain and clutched her stomach again. What in the name
of the goddess is happening to me? Daine tried to reach out with her magic for
some kind of animal, but she found that she couldn't get to her magic. Now I'm
in trouble. The pain in her belly worsened. This time she almost screamed. The
2 girls began to worry now about their teacher.
"Actually, could 1 of you please go and find the lioness?" Daine said through
clenched teeth. "I think that she is in the practise courts with the pages."
Clara stood to do as was asked. She went to the door, looked back at her
sister and her teacher, and then disappeared.
Clara and Annabelle walked into the wildmagic classroom with happy smiles on
their 15 year old faces. They both wore shirts and breeches of the same shade
of white and blue, had the same squirrel red hair tied back roughly from the
face and frosty grey eyes. They were identical twins. There was no difference
between them to the eye, but when you got to know them, you could see that their
characters were so different it was a joke.
Clara was the younger by 1 hour and much shyer, more studious and dreamier than
her sister. Annabelle on the other hand was talkative, cheeky, carefree and
fiery. She was always playing pranks on people. Despite their differences, the
2 girls were closer than peas in a pod.
Their parents had come to court to present their elder sister, Rosellen, to
bring their brother, Verne, to start his page training, and to have the twins
schooled in their wildmagic. Both of them had it, although not as much as the
famous wildmage. Both girls were eager to learn more about their amazing power, and even more when they found out that they were going to be taught by none
other than the wild mage herself.
Once they had settled themselves in chairs, they began to talk.
"Did you see Rosie's dress last night? She was stunning!" exclaimed Clara.
"Clara, she looked like a pink meringue!"
"I thought she looked beautiful! And did you see the looks she was getting?
Nealan of Queenscove looked positively smitten!"
"I thought he had his jaw resting on the floor, myself." "Annie!"
"So? It's true! And pink doesn't go with Rosie's eyes,"
"I thought that she looked beautiful,"
"I looked at her once, and was nearly sick. I was concentrating on my flirting
skills. Didn't you think Nealan of Queenscove looked good?"
"Possibly…"
"C'mon Clara! He's sex on legs!"
"OK, yes I did think he was nice,"
Clara's eyes went all hazy as she remembered the previous nights party. Nealan
of Queenscove was serving their table, with his brown hair combed back from his
beautiful handsome face. His emerald eyes danced flirtatiously when he looked
at you as he served the many courses to her sisters and her parents. Clara had
tried not to look too hard at the green-eyed man as he performed his duties, for
fear of showing to the whole court he love for him. She sighed.
Annabelle had picked up on this. "If I didn't know any better, then I would say
that you fancied him!"
Before Clara could reply to her sister's painfully truthful remark, their
teacher glided into the room, her proud belly showing through her robes. She
placed her books on the desk and smiled at the class wearily. "Hello girls!"
"Morning Daine," said Clara cheerfully.
"How's life treating you, Daine?" asked Annabelle cheekily.
"As well as can be expected, thank you. Now, can you recap on what we were
doing last lesson for me please? Clara?"
Clara straightened herself then spoke to the class of 3 people.
"You were teaching us to..." Daine let out a small hiss of pain, blinking back
tears. She clutched her belly to herself with white hands. The pain seemed to
subside and she nodded an apology to the girl. "May I continue?"
Daine nodded. "You were teaching us to stretch our magic out to reach…"
Daine let out a yelp of pain and clutched her stomach again. What in the name
of the goddess is happening to me? Daine tried to reach out with her magic for
some kind of animal, but she found that she couldn't get to her magic. Now I'm
in trouble. The pain in her belly worsened. This time she almost screamed. The
2 girls began to worry now about their teacher.
"Actually, could 1 of you please go and find the lioness?" Daine said through
clenched teeth. "I think that she is in the practise courts with the pages."
Clara stood to do as was asked. She went to the door, looked back at her
sister and her teacher, and then disappeared.