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Robin trudged back up to her room. It had been a long day, but she still had those papers, and Scott's mother wanted to see her - after hours! And wasn't Scott's mother Daine? Why would a wild-mage want her? Then Robin remembered that afternoon at the stables. She had magic, wild-magic. Robin wondered what animals she could talk to, then sighed, she had work to do.
First she studied mathematics, and did five of the six problems she had been assigned before she got bored and decided to do deportment. She practiced bows and reading her assigned etiquette for two hours, then went on to reading. She read her assigned poem, and then rewrote it, using the best handwriting she could muster, which, unfortunately, was not very good.
Then she looked at the letter Stephan had given her.
Dear King of Thieves,
I am reminding you that you are the King of Thieves by titling all of my letters that - it would not due for you to forget. Jig stayed out late last night, got drunk, and lost all his goods.
Your faithful servant,
Stephan
Jig was one of Robin's favorite thieves, and was disappointed to here that he had disobeyed her commands. On the other side of Stephan's note, she scrawled: warn him. George, the King of Thieves before her, had come up with a good system. You warned them the first time, took one ear off the second time, and took the other ear off the second time, and, well, that's all that's attached. Just like George, Robin liked things done right.
Robin looked out the window. It was getting dark, and must be near after hours. She stood up, stretched, and left, taking the token Scott had given her with her. She quickly found Daine's room, and knocked on the door. The door opened, and Robin found herself staring at a middle-aged woman.
"So you are the little wild-mage!" She grinned, and led Robin inside. "The sparrows told me all about you this morning. They couldn't believe that someone without wild magic fed them, and then, when a wild-mage does come along, she completely ignores them!"
"I'll feed them, I just didn't know that was what they wanted." Robin said, concentrating on making her grammar right.
"But didn't they tell you?" Daine asked, putting a teakettle on the fire.
"No. When - well, I've shut myself from my magic for a long time. When I met Scott, it started going haywire." 'Oh, good move, talk street to her, then she'll really understand what you're tryin' to say to her.' Robin thought.
"Haywire?" Daine asked.
"It means, um, crazy, out of control?"
"Okay. Well, since you shut yourself out from your magic for a long time, it will be harder to train you. Do you know what animals you can talk to?"
"I can talk to horses. Other then that, I haven't the faintest inkling."
"Faintest inkling?"
"I have no clue."
"Oh. Well, try tomorrow, then come tell me what happened. I will talk to Numair, and try to settle on something." Robin took that as a dismissal, and left, thanking Daine.
After Robin left, Daine went to talk to her son. She listened at the door for a while. Scott, Liam, Rayon, Shelby, and Brad were going over their homework together. Or, at least, that was what they were supposed to be doing. They were talking.
"We should invite him to join us," Daine was sure that was Shelby.
"Why? He couldn't help any of us with this stuff." That was Brad.
"He has a name: use it!" That was Rayon.
"No, but we could help him. And he could help us with hand-to-hand combat, or something. I bet that he was the best first time page ever! He caught on to every thing so fast!" Said Liam.
"He has a name," growled Rayon.
"I agree. We should ask him to join us. I know I need help with archery." The was Scott.
Daine entered, and was a rustling of papers as everybody pretended to be working. "Scott, you never told me that he had something other then wild- magic."
"Well, I didn't know what it was. Just like with his wild-magic, he pushed it so far down that it was barely recognizable as there. I only felt his wild-magic because I have it." Diane nodded. "Do you have any idea what it is?" Scott asked.
"I haven't the faintest inkling. I only know that it will go haywire if it is not soon taught." Daine said and left, but stayed at the door to listen.
"Where did your mom learn street-cant?" Liam asked.
"I ain't got no faintest inkling." Scott said, making everyone laugh.
"I do." It was Shelby.
"Where?" They all asked.
"Robin."
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Robin trudged back up to her room. It had been a long day, but she still had those papers, and Scott's mother wanted to see her - after hours! And wasn't Scott's mother Daine? Why would a wild-mage want her? Then Robin remembered that afternoon at the stables. She had magic, wild-magic. Robin wondered what animals she could talk to, then sighed, she had work to do.
First she studied mathematics, and did five of the six problems she had been assigned before she got bored and decided to do deportment. She practiced bows and reading her assigned etiquette for two hours, then went on to reading. She read her assigned poem, and then rewrote it, using the best handwriting she could muster, which, unfortunately, was not very good.
Then she looked at the letter Stephan had given her.
Dear King of Thieves,
I am reminding you that you are the King of Thieves by titling all of my letters that - it would not due for you to forget. Jig stayed out late last night, got drunk, and lost all his goods.
Your faithful servant,
Stephan
Jig was one of Robin's favorite thieves, and was disappointed to here that he had disobeyed her commands. On the other side of Stephan's note, she scrawled: warn him. George, the King of Thieves before her, had come up with a good system. You warned them the first time, took one ear off the second time, and took the other ear off the second time, and, well, that's all that's attached. Just like George, Robin liked things done right.
Robin looked out the window. It was getting dark, and must be near after hours. She stood up, stretched, and left, taking the token Scott had given her with her. She quickly found Daine's room, and knocked on the door. The door opened, and Robin found herself staring at a middle-aged woman.
"So you are the little wild-mage!" She grinned, and led Robin inside. "The sparrows told me all about you this morning. They couldn't believe that someone without wild magic fed them, and then, when a wild-mage does come along, she completely ignores them!"
"I'll feed them, I just didn't know that was what they wanted." Robin said, concentrating on making her grammar right.
"But didn't they tell you?" Daine asked, putting a teakettle on the fire.
"No. When - well, I've shut myself from my magic for a long time. When I met Scott, it started going haywire." 'Oh, good move, talk street to her, then she'll really understand what you're tryin' to say to her.' Robin thought.
"Haywire?" Daine asked.
"It means, um, crazy, out of control?"
"Okay. Well, since you shut yourself out from your magic for a long time, it will be harder to train you. Do you know what animals you can talk to?"
"I can talk to horses. Other then that, I haven't the faintest inkling."
"Faintest inkling?"
"I have no clue."
"Oh. Well, try tomorrow, then come tell me what happened. I will talk to Numair, and try to settle on something." Robin took that as a dismissal, and left, thanking Daine.
After Robin left, Daine went to talk to her son. She listened at the door for a while. Scott, Liam, Rayon, Shelby, and Brad were going over their homework together. Or, at least, that was what they were supposed to be doing. They were talking.
"We should invite him to join us," Daine was sure that was Shelby.
"Why? He couldn't help any of us with this stuff." That was Brad.
"He has a name: use it!" That was Rayon.
"No, but we could help him. And he could help us with hand-to-hand combat, or something. I bet that he was the best first time page ever! He caught on to every thing so fast!" Said Liam.
"He has a name," growled Rayon.
"I agree. We should ask him to join us. I know I need help with archery." The was Scott.
Daine entered, and was a rustling of papers as everybody pretended to be working. "Scott, you never told me that he had something other then wild- magic."
"Well, I didn't know what it was. Just like with his wild-magic, he pushed it so far down that it was barely recognizable as there. I only felt his wild-magic because I have it." Diane nodded. "Do you have any idea what it is?" Scott asked.
"I haven't the faintest inkling. I only know that it will go haywire if it is not soon taught." Daine said and left, but stayed at the door to listen.
"Where did your mom learn street-cant?" Liam asked.
"I ain't got no faintest inkling." Scott said, making everyone laugh.
"I do." It was Shelby.
"Where?" They all asked.
"Robin."
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