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A/N: Kay, I gave everyone students for my fluff chapter. Tris: Trana, earth mage (can cause earthquakes and the ground to split, etc.) Daja: Shrakan, transfiguration mage. Briar: Yalat, Writer mage. Whatever she writes comes true. Now where have my fans heard that before?
The winter festival was winding down to a close on the last day, though festivities were high as always. Sandry had dutifully performed her duties as hostess as the Duke had requested so many months ago, almost fully recovered from her ordeal aside from an occasional case of the shakes. Those were inconsequential to her however, as she had her friends around for the entirety of the festival.
Pasco and the other students had become quick friends, regardless of his considerable part in the festival as a performer. Granted, Yazmìn Hebet was the star performer, but the rest of her students still had large parts to play.
An odd woman entered the hall during the afternoon festivities of that day, shaking snow off of a worn traveler's cloak. Lowering her cloak, the woman looked to be in her late twenties, a youthful and fully mischievous twinkle in her bright blue eyes and long golden tresses flowed half way down her back.
Lark was the first to greet her, treating her like an old friend. As she led her towards Sandry, who was talking to Tris, Daja and Briar. "This is Rina Silversight," Lark said. "She's the mage I told you about from Lightsbridge who's going to teach Dami."
"Hello," the woman greeted in a haughty accent and acting much like a noble was expected to act towards a commoner. "I am the one sent to teach this girl the ways of magic."
Even Lark was taken aback by this behavior, unsure of what to do. The teenagers began looking around for the cause of it, noticing that their students were nowhere in sight.
"There," Sandry said quietly, pointing at a corner that seemed vacant aside from plants and a draped window. Upon closer inspection, they could see a faint glimmer of a slivery magic hiding five small people. Puzzled, they approached quietly as they tried to figure out exactly what was happening. As they reached where the silver cloak was, they fell into a dip in the floor they neither saw or remembered.
Careful not to say anything, they seemed climbed to the lip of it, under the invisibility to see their students all huddled in a tight circle trying to hold in their laughter at the havoc they were wreaking.
They're trying to show us up, Daja realized, mind-speaking it to them.
And look who's happily writing away, Briar said, his mind-voice dripping with sarcasm. They don't even realize that we're here, or that they've chosen a very bad corner to hide in.
Indeed, Briar was already mentally calling to the many exotic vine plants and asking for their compliance as the four of them came up with a quick plan to stop their students. Sandry looked to the drapes and began to allow the stitching in them to come loose so that they could fall from their bars.
As the vines began to creep around their student's ankles, they came out of the trench. Tris cleared her throat loudly, thoroughly annoyed, to get their attention. They all snapped their heads up and looked at her like scared deer and hesitated before they tried to run.
Sandry took their moment of hesitation to throw the clear blue drapes around the corner, blocking off the escape of Daja's student, Shrakan and Pasco who had not tripped and fallen over the vines which now kept the rest of the student's legs bound. Yalat had dropped a piece of Paper and an odd writing utensil.
Before Yalat had a chance to take back her paper and whatever she had been writing with, Tris summoned a wind which blew them both into Daja's hands. Daja looked at it carefully, seeing that the paper resembled a dish and the pen was a fork. "Shrakan, I thought I said no transfiguring during this trip." She set the paper aflame and let it turn to ashes in her hands.
"The same went for all of you," Sandry added sternly as Briar let the vines retreat once more and set them to work on fixing the floor. "No magic during the rest of the festival." She turned to Dami and signaled for her to follow.
Lark, Rosethorn and Rina were now all talking together, trying to figure out what just happened. They had all gone under the influence of Yalat's writing spree were now asking what had possessed them to do that, although Rosethorn seemed to know exactly what happened.
"Dami, this is your teacher, Rina Silversight," Sandry introduced.
"Hello," Dami said a bit awkwardly. The words of the two who held her captive still rang in her ear and she was still a bit worried that this teacher might end up stopping her from doing anything fun.
"Oh, hello," Rina said cheerfully. "I suppose you are Dami, correct? Pleasure to meet you. You make things invisible? I make illusions. Same basic principal, even if the use is completely different. You dance as well, correct?" She waited for Dami's meek nod. "Wonderful! I love performing on the road, perhaps there are a few numbers you would like to do as well."
Dami gawked at her, as did Sandry. Sandry leaned over to Lark and asked quietly, "Are you sure she's from Lightsbridge?"
"Rina? She's always been a bit eccentric. Lightsbridge can't tame all of them, especially not her."
"You don't mind a bit of travelling, do you? I wish I had a proper place to stay, but they gave my apartment at Lightsbridge away while I was on my last trip and now both myself and my poor cat, Raja, are stuck on the road. Silly thing doesn't like to travel."
"You can live at my house on Quilter's street," Dami offered. "I'm alone there now and Mika doesn't like to travel either, but I do. Would you really let me dance and perform? Maybe we can put on really big shows and do tricks for crowds like those wandering caravans."
Sandry left Dami to talk with her new teacher and to see how the other students were doing with fixing her uncle's floor.
A/N: Kay, I gave everyone students for my fluff chapter. Tris: Trana, earth mage (can cause earthquakes and the ground to split, etc.) Daja: Shrakan, transfiguration mage. Briar: Yalat, Writer mage. Whatever she writes comes true. Now where have my fans heard that before?
The winter festival was winding down to a close on the last day, though festivities were high as always. Sandry had dutifully performed her duties as hostess as the Duke had requested so many months ago, almost fully recovered from her ordeal aside from an occasional case of the shakes. Those were inconsequential to her however, as she had her friends around for the entirety of the festival.
Pasco and the other students had become quick friends, regardless of his considerable part in the festival as a performer. Granted, Yazmìn Hebet was the star performer, but the rest of her students still had large parts to play.
An odd woman entered the hall during the afternoon festivities of that day, shaking snow off of a worn traveler's cloak. Lowering her cloak, the woman looked to be in her late twenties, a youthful and fully mischievous twinkle in her bright blue eyes and long golden tresses flowed half way down her back.
Lark was the first to greet her, treating her like an old friend. As she led her towards Sandry, who was talking to Tris, Daja and Briar. "This is Rina Silversight," Lark said. "She's the mage I told you about from Lightsbridge who's going to teach Dami."
"Hello," the woman greeted in a haughty accent and acting much like a noble was expected to act towards a commoner. "I am the one sent to teach this girl the ways of magic."
Even Lark was taken aback by this behavior, unsure of what to do. The teenagers began looking around for the cause of it, noticing that their students were nowhere in sight.
"There," Sandry said quietly, pointing at a corner that seemed vacant aside from plants and a draped window. Upon closer inspection, they could see a faint glimmer of a slivery magic hiding five small people. Puzzled, they approached quietly as they tried to figure out exactly what was happening. As they reached where the silver cloak was, they fell into a dip in the floor they neither saw or remembered.
Careful not to say anything, they seemed climbed to the lip of it, under the invisibility to see their students all huddled in a tight circle trying to hold in their laughter at the havoc they were wreaking.
They're trying to show us up, Daja realized, mind-speaking it to them.
And look who's happily writing away, Briar said, his mind-voice dripping with sarcasm. They don't even realize that we're here, or that they've chosen a very bad corner to hide in.
Indeed, Briar was already mentally calling to the many exotic vine plants and asking for their compliance as the four of them came up with a quick plan to stop their students. Sandry looked to the drapes and began to allow the stitching in them to come loose so that they could fall from their bars.
As the vines began to creep around their student's ankles, they came out of the trench. Tris cleared her throat loudly, thoroughly annoyed, to get their attention. They all snapped their heads up and looked at her like scared deer and hesitated before they tried to run.
Sandry took their moment of hesitation to throw the clear blue drapes around the corner, blocking off the escape of Daja's student, Shrakan and Pasco who had not tripped and fallen over the vines which now kept the rest of the student's legs bound. Yalat had dropped a piece of Paper and an odd writing utensil.
Before Yalat had a chance to take back her paper and whatever she had been writing with, Tris summoned a wind which blew them both into Daja's hands. Daja looked at it carefully, seeing that the paper resembled a dish and the pen was a fork. "Shrakan, I thought I said no transfiguring during this trip." She set the paper aflame and let it turn to ashes in her hands.
"The same went for all of you," Sandry added sternly as Briar let the vines retreat once more and set them to work on fixing the floor. "No magic during the rest of the festival." She turned to Dami and signaled for her to follow.
Lark, Rosethorn and Rina were now all talking together, trying to figure out what just happened. They had all gone under the influence of Yalat's writing spree were now asking what had possessed them to do that, although Rosethorn seemed to know exactly what happened.
"Dami, this is your teacher, Rina Silversight," Sandry introduced.
"Hello," Dami said a bit awkwardly. The words of the two who held her captive still rang in her ear and she was still a bit worried that this teacher might end up stopping her from doing anything fun.
"Oh, hello," Rina said cheerfully. "I suppose you are Dami, correct? Pleasure to meet you. You make things invisible? I make illusions. Same basic principal, even if the use is completely different. You dance as well, correct?" She waited for Dami's meek nod. "Wonderful! I love performing on the road, perhaps there are a few numbers you would like to do as well."
Dami gawked at her, as did Sandry. Sandry leaned over to Lark and asked quietly, "Are you sure she's from Lightsbridge?"
"Rina? She's always been a bit eccentric. Lightsbridge can't tame all of them, especially not her."
"You don't mind a bit of travelling, do you? I wish I had a proper place to stay, but they gave my apartment at Lightsbridge away while I was on my last trip and now both myself and my poor cat, Raja, are stuck on the road. Silly thing doesn't like to travel."
"You can live at my house on Quilter's street," Dami offered. "I'm alone there now and Mika doesn't like to travel either, but I do. Would you really let me dance and perform? Maybe we can put on really big shows and do tricks for crowds like those wandering caravans."
Sandry left Dami to talk with her new teacher and to see how the other students were doing with fixing her uncle's floor.
