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perhaps….a sub-specialty in Politics?
Allorna, simpering on the outside and cogitating with military precision on the inside, replied tactfully, “Fire is good for defense. So yes, that will be fine.” No need to tell him that she’d already trained in the use of fire as a gardis tactic against thieves and gang lords. “But… politics?” she asked tentatively. It might be good for court rituals.
Yes indeed, Locus responded. I see a young man in your life, and power that is not necessarily yours. You should learn how to wield it nonetheless.
Allorna, startled, must have let her surprise show through their mindlink. Upon sensing her concern, Locus said, Not to worry, my dear, part of my gift is portents—but it’s not all-encompassing. In other words, I wasn’t reading your mind. That time. He chuckled aloud.
As Sitara frowned, wondering what this silver ring would bring, she heard the Healing Headmaster speak in her mind: You have faced the tests of Water and Air, Sitara. Since you gravitate so clearly to Air, that of course will be your School placement. Nevertheless, I would like see you exert some effort in the School of Water, since the two elements are so closely tied to one another. That and the fact, of course, that you already have some affinity to Water as an Octupani.
“Whatever,” she muttered. Exhausted by the day’s events and her aching wound, Sitara would have agreed to take classes in the School of Fire if he had asked her to.
*****
With a quick shake of his head and a ripple of his shoulders, Vedaris struggled to stay on his feet. He ached, and he was bloody pissed. That pompous git hadn’t even told him his name .
With a cough, the Headmaster of Air, Arias, interrupted his dark thoughts.
Oh yeah, thought Vedaris, And I’m so tired of everybody in this school reading my damned mind.
Then I suggest you get over it, young man, Arias shot back. Vedaris briefly ducked his head; he still had enough shame to feel chagrined at the realization that the Headmaster had heard such a coarse thought.
A dragon student of the Unknown. How…odd, Arias continued. Usually a Sahelian has already proven his worth in the youth challenges , and by extension gathered a school placement at one of the five Dragon Academies of Sahelia.
“Well, obviously I didn’t,” muttered Vedaris.
No shame to you, young man. In fact, I do believe our last Sahelian, Cintas, bypassed the tests directly for a position as Probate upon arrival.
Vedaris bristled and, unable to contain himself, retorted, “With all due respect, Headmaster Arias, I am not Cintas; and your comparison of my testing for entry student status and his for Probate status is unfair. I did my best and would like to be considered on that merit.”
Well said, Vedaris , interjected a new voice.
Vedaris jumped in surprise and directed a frown at whoever had just “spoken.” The new voice continued, Arias, sometimes you speak without consideration for your tone and meaning.
Arias’ voice was less assured as she replied, Apologies, Headmaster Doctariua; no harm was intended. It was merely a comparison of our only two Sahelian candidates within the past century.
Doctariua, Headmaster of the Unknown, replied dryly, Well then, I think that is enough comparison for one day. To Vedaris, Doctariua directed, Young man, we will meet when you have learned to master what you do not know. Prepare thee well.
Vedaris—confused, cranky, and tired—didn’t have much to say except, “Yes, Headmaster.”
Deathkeeper Sidimo , began the School of Unknown Initiate, You will do well in the School of Healing, with a cross-specialty in Magical Research. It will help you find the answers you seek for your clans.
Sidimo responded, “Thank you for your judgment. But you must know that my clan has long since lost the ability to heal the ill. We are only able to diagnosis sicknesses.” His voice filled with bitterness, he said, “Even in
Allorna, simpering on the outside and cogitating with military precision on the inside, replied tactfully, “Fire is good for defense. So yes, that will be fine.” No need to tell him that she’d already trained in the use of fire as a gardis tactic against thieves and gang lords. “But… politics?” she asked tentatively. It might be good for court rituals.
Yes indeed, Locus responded. I see a young man in your life, and power that is not necessarily yours. You should learn how to wield it nonetheless.
Allorna, startled, must have let her surprise show through their mindlink. Upon sensing her concern, Locus said, Not to worry, my dear, part of my gift is portents—but it’s not all-encompassing. In other words, I wasn’t reading your mind. That time. He chuckled aloud.
As Sitara frowned, wondering what this silver ring would bring, she heard the Healing Headmaster speak in her mind: You have faced the tests of Water and Air, Sitara. Since you gravitate so clearly to Air, that of course will be your School placement. Nevertheless, I would like see you exert some effort in the School of Water, since the two elements are so closely tied to one another. That and the fact, of course, that you already have some affinity to Water as an Octupani.
“Whatever,” she muttered. Exhausted by the day’s events and her aching wound, Sitara would have agreed to take classes in the School of Fire if he had asked her to.
*****
With a quick shake of his head and a ripple of his shoulders, Vedaris struggled to stay on his feet. He ached, and he was bloody pissed. That pompous git hadn’t even told him his name .
With a cough, the Headmaster of Air, Arias, interrupted his dark thoughts.
Oh yeah, thought Vedaris, And I’m so tired of everybody in this school reading my damned mind.
Then I suggest you get over it, young man, Arias shot back. Vedaris briefly ducked his head; he still had enough shame to feel chagrined at the realization that the Headmaster had heard such a coarse thought.
A dragon student of the Unknown. How…odd, Arias continued. Usually a Sahelian has already proven his worth in the youth challenges , and by extension gathered a school placement at one of the five Dragon Academies of Sahelia.
“Well, obviously I didn’t,” muttered Vedaris.
No shame to you, young man. In fact, I do believe our last Sahelian, Cintas, bypassed the tests directly for a position as Probate upon arrival.
Vedaris bristled and, unable to contain himself, retorted, “With all due respect, Headmaster Arias, I am not Cintas; and your comparison of my testing for entry student status and his for Probate status is unfair. I did my best and would like to be considered on that merit.”
Well said, Vedaris , interjected a new voice.
Vedaris jumped in surprise and directed a frown at whoever had just “spoken.” The new voice continued, Arias, sometimes you speak without consideration for your tone and meaning.
Arias’ voice was less assured as she replied, Apologies, Headmaster Doctariua; no harm was intended. It was merely a comparison of our only two Sahelian candidates within the past century.
Doctariua, Headmaster of the Unknown, replied dryly, Well then, I think that is enough comparison for one day. To Vedaris, Doctariua directed, Young man, we will meet when you have learned to master what you do not know. Prepare thee well.
Vedaris—confused, cranky, and tired—didn’t have much to say except, “Yes, Headmaster.”
Deathkeeper Sidimo , began the School of Unknown Initiate, You will do well in the School of Healing, with a cross-specialty in Magical Research. It will help you find the answers you seek for your clans.
Sidimo responded, “Thank you for your judgment. But you must know that my clan has long since lost the ability to heal the ill. We are only able to diagnosis sicknesses.” His voice filled with bitterness, he said, “Even in
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