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Alistair sat on the lawn of the college grounds, Professor Sparhawk's spellbook by his side. Scratching his head, he picked at the grass as he tried to wrap his head around the pyromantic runes, all the while formulating a way to counteract the spells they described with hydromancy. His dorm-mate and closest friend, Cosmin, stood a few feet away and tried his hand at practicing some of the spells in Sparhawk's tome. He wasn't doing especially well, as Cosmin had never been much of a practitioner. Running his tongue along his teeth, Alistair craned his head to the side as he read the runes, then looked up to see Cosmin trying to conjure a flame.
Alistair smirked, "your practicing is shit."
Stifling a bout of laughter, he pulled himself to his feet and grabbed the spellbook, reading it as he walked over to Cosmin. He brushed grass off his robes and scratched his backside, screwing up his features as he read the spellbook.
There was a particular spell he wanted to try, flames that took the form of a spear, but he wasn't sure if Cosmin particularly wanted to try it out with him. He was more into divination, after all. Alistair hadn't yet confided in Tristan, his other friend, about how he had witnessed Maho's death, but he had told Cosmin, who has supported him in his own way. Looking down at the page, Alistair felt a weight tug at his heart and he sighed, his brow creased in regret. The tiny flame hovering above Cosmin's hand sent him into a sudden panic, sweat gathering on the back of his neck. He pulled his neck around and stared at the flame, withdrawing an apprehensive breath as he recoiled into his capelet.
"Okay, you can put that away now," he said, the fear audible in his tone. Features drawn back, he turned up his top lip as he watched the flame, memories of Sparhawk's death slowly resurfacing in his mind.
Inhaling through his nose, Alistair slumped his shoulders and sighed. He looked away and handed the book to Cosmin, more roughly than he had intended. Looking at the ground, he placed a hand on his hip and tilted his head to the side, scratching his nose in thought. Out of his two friends, he was closer to Lowdust. Tristan was kind and meant well, but his extroverted nature and love of partying made Alistair felt detached from him, and intimidated him slightly. Cosmin was more reserved and sensible, which he had in common with Alistair. The two of them also had a sense of humour that only they understood, so they were much closer than initial impressions suggested. Raising both eyebrows, Alistair pointed to the book.
The sun poured in from the harbor, bathing the sun in it's aging light. It was getting colder as Pas Esvada approached, and soon there would be a light snowfall on Elbion's rooftops. There were a few mages about, either reading or practicing like Cosmin and Alistair, but they were at the other side of the courtyard. For the most part, it was deserted, leaving the two of them in peace.
"That's the spell I want to try out, if you cast it, I'll try counteract it with water," he offered with a shrug, lightly kicking the grass with the toe of his felt boot.
He withdrew, and a pause followed. Hands on his hips, he shifted his eyes warily and turned around to face Cosmin, "but I..." His words trailed off. He wanted to say that he wasn't sure about facing fire yet, but didn't.
"I just hope we don't set fire to the college grounds," he said instead, cheeks dented with dimples as he laughed. He rolled his eyes and shrugged, dismissing his worry with a wave of his hand.
Alistair smirked, "your practicing is shit."
Stifling a bout of laughter, he pulled himself to his feet and grabbed the spellbook, reading it as he walked over to Cosmin. He brushed grass off his robes and scratched his backside, screwing up his features as he read the spellbook.
There was a particular spell he wanted to try, flames that took the form of a spear, but he wasn't sure if Cosmin particularly wanted to try it out with him. He was more into divination, after all. Alistair hadn't yet confided in Tristan, his other friend, about how he had witnessed Maho's death, but he had told Cosmin, who has supported him in his own way. Looking down at the page, Alistair felt a weight tug at his heart and he sighed, his brow creased in regret. The tiny flame hovering above Cosmin's hand sent him into a sudden panic, sweat gathering on the back of his neck. He pulled his neck around and stared at the flame, withdrawing an apprehensive breath as he recoiled into his capelet.
"Okay, you can put that away now," he said, the fear audible in his tone. Features drawn back, he turned up his top lip as he watched the flame, memories of Sparhawk's death slowly resurfacing in his mind.
Inhaling through his nose, Alistair slumped his shoulders and sighed. He looked away and handed the book to Cosmin, more roughly than he had intended. Looking at the ground, he placed a hand on his hip and tilted his head to the side, scratching his nose in thought. Out of his two friends, he was closer to Lowdust. Tristan was kind and meant well, but his extroverted nature and love of partying made Alistair felt detached from him, and intimidated him slightly. Cosmin was more reserved and sensible, which he had in common with Alistair. The two of them also had a sense of humour that only they understood, so they were much closer than initial impressions suggested. Raising both eyebrows, Alistair pointed to the book.
The sun poured in from the harbor, bathing the sun in it's aging light. It was getting colder as Pas Esvada approached, and soon there would be a light snowfall on Elbion's rooftops. There were a few mages about, either reading or practicing like Cosmin and Alistair, but they were at the other side of the courtyard. For the most part, it was deserted, leaving the two of them in peace.
"That's the spell I want to try out, if you cast it, I'll try counteract it with water," he offered with a shrug, lightly kicking the grass with the toe of his felt boot.
He withdrew, and a pause followed. Hands on his hips, he shifted his eyes warily and turned around to face Cosmin, "but I..." His words trailed off. He wanted to say that he wasn't sure about facing fire yet, but didn't.
"I just hope we don't set fire to the college grounds," he said instead, cheeks dented with dimples as he laughed. He rolled his eyes and shrugged, dismissing his worry with a wave of his hand.
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