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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Oct 30, 2015 9:25:54 GMT -5
"You learned magic in a school? What's that like?"
"I've heard about those. They're called academies. There's one in Fordeth I think."
Neither realized that the difference between the one in Fordeth and the one that the Elkagr would have attended was simply this: The former's purpose is to subjugate the country and make sure it doesn't have any magically inclined rogues out to stop its agenda. Where the latter was an actual school dedicated to learning and academia. Fortunately neither child had the talent, or it wouldn't be long before the mage hunters came looking for them. It was a wonder, because Allyria tried to keep her magic under wraps as much as possible. Not for fear of any legal repercussions, but because she didn't want the attention and she didn't want to scare the locals in Morith.
Ignorant masses could be dangerous.
Vekkia wasn't talented in that regard. She could stare at numbers all day, and write, and produce legal documents as if she was doing magic however.
A spring shower broke out overhead in the world outside the warehouse. Vekkia got up from the desk and looked outside to the street. It was rapidly accelerating to a downpour.
-"Strange. Doesn't rain a lot this time of year."-
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