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 Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 10:27 am
Master, Apprentice
- a series of letters between Virali Tulsi [THE SEMBLANCE OF UNITY] & Tsura Dulca [CHRYSTALI]
- set over the course of several days, the correspondence is thankfully quick
- Virali writes from Freykeep and Gadu, while Tsura pens her own letters in Anica
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 10:31 am
fwip fwip fwip
Virali's fingers deftly spun the quill around and around, oblivious to the ink slowly staining onto her fingers. Sighing, she made an effort to still her idle hands, only to catch herself chewing on the end of the quill in thought. Letters were normally not the easiest of tasks for the girl, but this one was quite a bit more important than just some missive to her mother. It was time to once again becomes serious about he pursuit of magic. She had told herself that her lazy trip around the continent was to deepen her understanding of magic and in some ways, it had. But just as nothing could replace the knowledge that experience granted, nothing still could replace the wisdom gained from learning under a good master. Or, in this case, mistress.
Tsura Dalca. Virali's tongue tripped quietly along the syllables. Dalca was a seer in Anica, and Seer Gavin had assured her that they would be a good fit. Rather, the word he used was 'interesting'. It wasn't the most ideal word, she supposed, but it would do. She tapped her fingers on the page next to Tsura's name, her skin contrasting darkly with the mulchy beige of the page. Virali rolled her shoulders, jewelry tinkling with the restless movement. She had written the greeting, but that was as far as she had gotten. Flicking her heavy braid back over her shoulder the end of it adorned with a braided green cord, she leaned into the table again.
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Seer Gavin Carsis here in Freykeep has suggested I write you. I am Virali Tulsi, formerly of the Knotwood Fellowship. As of right now, I am currently searching for a new mentor within the fellowship, which has brought me to you.
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Finally, Virali leaned back, arching her back. Her spine gave one satisfying pop and she sighed. The letter was finally complete. It was a little wordy, she supposed, but detailed her word in air magics, as well as familiarism and her interest in teleportation. Perhaps she was ready to finally find a familiar of her own. But first, she would visit Gadu as one last hurrah. As she scattered sand on the finished page, she looked up, grey eyes ducking to the corners of the building. Freykeep. This town was pleasant enough; it exuded a homey, well-worn air, like the pleasantries of farmers. It felt comfortable, but... too comfortable, as if she would never feel motivation to rise past her own limits. And she did want to surpass herself. The legacies of the dakini before her called to her with siren voices, though she was far off from such a level. She brushed the sand off carefully and folded the letter.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 12:41 pm
She read and re-read the succinct letter by light of a candle, teeth worrying over the inside of her lip, excitement bright in her attentive eyes. Tsura knew the day would possibly come where she was requested as a mentor, being one of the few in Familiarism as the field were, but to hold that moment in her hands was incredibly humbling. If ever there was a detail of proof, a body of worth in all she had strived for in the past decade, it was this simple and honest request. It wasn't special in that requests for mentorship happened daily and life would go on that way, but it was for her. Directly for her! By name!
It was just a normal moment in the river of time, but for Tsura Dalca, Sumadji born who earned her way to Seer, it was worth a pause, a pat on the back, and an influx of joy that she would be in a position to aid a fellow Mage down a beloved path. She did not know this Virali Tusli, but she liked her very much already. It took some effort and a great deal of time, but Tsura penned her response with all the composure and professionalism that her eager grin did not possess. Greetings -- address -- and her acceptance. Oh, her heart-felt acceptance!
I would be pleased to be your mentor, she wrote, Pali on the desk and watching each brush of quill with a contained quietness, as I trust Seer Gavin's recommendation and, more importantly, your effort to ask for me.
So her words weren't as excited as she was, but that was her job - her duty! - to do for the Fellowship all it had done for her. Tsura looked to Pali, who looked to her, silence stretching between them. The Seer smiled, the familiar flicked his ear in a sort of quiet acceptance, and humming with delight, Tsura ensured the letter was prepared for delivery.
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