Whimsy PrimordiaJust finishing the magic rooms protective runes Whimsy sighs and slips a hand delicately across the new rune. She loved this work but teaching it would be new to her, at least teaching it like this would. She had many students in her time among many of which died trying to learn from her. The trials of magic overwhelm some and others are just plain incompetent. She smiles at herself trying to remind herself that as a member of this school she should try to keep a good collar on that negative attitude. Much of it would still get through no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. "
The red and gold in the dark. The black hidden in the white. Wonders of fire, soul, and aether. Keep danger sealed and locked tight." The runes flared brightly and then became dull luminous markings beautiful in their own right.
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