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A smile broke onto your face as your mentor beckoned you over, slender fingers motioning over to you as he sent you a smile, “come, hurry before the spell expires.”
Giggling with giddy joy, you bounced over to him, orbs trained on the arcane magic he had conjured up. Once at his side, the man grasped your palm, guiding it to one of the sparking orbs, “now remember what I told you, outlander, a tender touch always does the job when it comes to this type of magic.”
With those words, he released your skin, taking a small step back as to observe your movements.
You reached up a hesitant hand and placed it near the floating sphere, actions smooth as the tips of your digits grazed the fiery substance. A small burst of energy touched your flesh which in return forced a flinch out of you.
Though this action was diminutive and barely to be taken note of, this motion quickly proved how effective it was on the spell.
Quick flashes of lavender spiked out against you, drawing generous bursts of pain from your tender nerves. Yelping and backing off a bit, you cradled your hand to your chest, heart thumping with adrenaline.
In response the arcane magic before you fizzled for a moment before inevitably fading. Frowning, you glanced down at the floor.
As Oculeth’s apprentice, you had found that he was much more agile than he seemed, both physically and most certainly mentally. His spells never ceased to prove a challenge to your less experienced mind. In the end though, when it had come down to his final tests on a lesson, your studies had always paid off and you hadn't failed but this time…
This time you were dealing with an unnatural force and a different type of magic, something you were unfamiliar with.
Sighing, you turned your head up as you felt a hand rest on your shoulder, “outlander, do not fret. Mistakes do happen and we will learn from them. Test, observe, repeat.”
Hesitating, you nodded after a moment, turning to face him, burnt palm still held to your form. Going to respond to his statement, you ceased as you took in his appearance.
“Oculeth?”
A shivering wreck was left in your mentor's place, clawed points already scratching softly at his chin. Brow creasing with worry, you reached forward and grabbed ahold of his wrists, “Oculeth, here.”
Hastily you released him, palms searching within your satchel for the mana crystals he desperately needed. After a mere few seconds, you presented him with fifty of the items, all twinkling with a blue gleam in the shy rays of sunlight.
Gingerly taking his shoulders, you sat him down on the floor of his workshop, palm still holding out the shards. One by one the objects left your hand, seemingly blinking out of existence as they were teleported to his convenience.
A good half hour passed before he regained his composure, a deep sigh escaping him, “not withering today it seems.”
You frowned for a split second before grinning, a tender smile but a shine of small happiness none the less, “never. Not today, not tomorrow…”
Turning your gaze back to your hip, you reached into your leather carrier once more, retreiving a pouch before turning back to your mentor. Once he took notice that you were offering him something, he hesitantly held out his palms.
Gently placing the small clothed item into his patient grasp, you beamed up at him, “there's enough in there to last you two months and more, I refuse to let you fade. I mean...if I did who would I irritate then?”
Oculeth sent you a knowing simper, accepting your gift with an affection filled gaze, “I thank you for this gift and in return, I suppose I shall continue to ward off your agitating antics...not that you have many if any at all,” he finished, fuchsia eyes trained on you, snuffing out each and every reaction that was made.
Casting your gaze to the floor, you fumbled around with your hands, a fondness tugging the corners of your lips upwards, “likewise, professor.”
Before you could advance any farther into your conversation, you arose from your seat on the floor, offering your hand out to the Nightfallen male. “Best we get back to Meredil before Thalyssra becomes troubled, night is falling.”
Taking your palm and nodding his head in agreeance, he looked off towards the fading sun, stars already beginning to dot the blanket of forming black. “I suppose you are correct, my dear.”
Chuckling softly, you leisurely strolled over to the teleporter, activating the correct crystal before bowing down to Oculeth, “after you, Cheif Telemancer.”
Laughing jovially, he came up to you, “as you wish, my Outlander Apprentice.”
As he stepped onto the device, you darted forward and pulled him into an embrace, kissing his cheek softly.
It was only for a second or two once you had stepped off of the teleporter but he had noticed. However, before he could speak a word, you darted off into Meredil in search of Thalyssra, most certainly readying another story of your studies for both her and Valtrois.
Oculeth couldn't help but smile at that fact, his arm already raised so he could cradle his cheek, touch as delicate as a flower.