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With a grimace, Svenia did the same. She rested her staff against a bookshelf to give herself two free hands and went to it. Without the extra support she moved awkwardly, left leg stiff and giving her a painful shuffle. She set to work clearing another table, picking up a few books and scanning...

"The black, if it pleases," she said after a moment of deliberation. She was accustomed to strong teas and coffees, albeit as an aid to keeping awake while working books. The college hadn't really changed that aspect of her life all that much. She added her order - a flaky raspberry and cream...

Piercing screams ripped the air and sent daggers through her heart. The heart-wrenching pain was only matched by the heat rolling off of the creature in front of her. It grinned at her mockingly, eyes of fire and mouth filled with jagged glass and splintered wood, maw gaping open to let the...

She sat for a minute after class was dismissed for the assignment, staring into the middle distance. School, it turned out, was nothing like what she expected. It was entirely unlike the private tutoring she had received courtesy of a high-born and wealthy upbringing. Going into it, she had...

She didn't say anything at first. She did not use magic as freely as many of her peers. But it was always there, lurking in the back of her mind - the potential. If that potential didn't include some other, less desirable things then she might have called upon it more. She raised a brow at...

"Yes, please continue," she said. She was mulling over the findings of the other students. Picking the facts apart one by one and arranging them in her head. Completely unaware, she had begun to sketch her thoughts on the back of the papers she had brought with her. "...can be used to help..,"...

It was not. "...run..," she whispered through clenched teeth. At the same moment, every fire within a hundred yards of the scarred young woman winked out; every hearth, every candle, every torch, every pipe. Svenia gave a sharp intake of breath as all of it flowed into her. She had been hot...

She was only too glad to be on solid ground again and not jostled about in a sprung carriage. As she settled herself on her staff and rubbed surreptitiously at her aching hip she took in her surroundings. The scars of the calamity that had befallen Elbion were still evident here, too. However...

"It's fine," she said in a neutral tone. Mostly neutral, anyway. She might have applied more than her weight behind each tick of her staff on the stone floor than was strictly speaking necessary. No use getting upset, she chided herself. This kind of thing wasn't exactly unheard of for first...

A stricken expression flashed across her features, there and gone like a summer thunderstorm. Those you love... A bittersweet sentiment, that. She unfolded her legs slowly and with a grimace of pain that was not all physical. "It always stops raining, eventually. At least that is what I have...

"Learning the theory is all well and good, but I seem to lack the aptitude for a lot of what they teach." She had studied as ardently as the best of them. When it came to reciting theory and practical methods, she was easily one of the best. When it came to actual practice of the arts it was a...

She felt something flutter in her, warm and welcome. "Thank you," she said softly. She neither stirred nor opened her eyes, swaying gently with the carriage. "It is like opening my eyes and really seeing after being stuck in the dark for a long time, having friends. I didn't even know it was...

She folded her legs with some difficulty and set her own writing implements in her lap. There was no hiding the faint curl of her lips at the imprecation that escaped Suleiman's lips even if she was still mildly scandalized at the actual comment. She thought for a few minutes, staring at the...

She paled a moment at the thought and almost turned around and left. She was definitely not up to climbing so many stairs - a painful and grueling experience at the best of times, which these were not. So when he admitted to it being a joke, her lips compressed in a line and her eyes flashed...

Calixtus' anger washed over her and made not a ripple as it did so. She was in the grip of terror. Not all of that terror was for the imminent threat of harm from the detestable creatures in front of her. The lump on the back of her head throbbed with each beat of her heart. The fire that...