Earlier @niryna-of-shimmerene asked me how I became a Psijic Monk. I had to leave for urgent reasons and it’s a long a story. First I should explain how the Psijic’s recruit members, in the past when Artaeum was still on Nirn, the Psijics recruited from the rest of the isles quite easily, often times magical talents would be discovered almost incedentenly; Now, and elsewhere on Nirn, is a different story. A group of Psijic Monks, called Psijic Eyes, travel Nirn searching for both new magical phenomena and magical talents to be cultivated. I am one such Psijic Eye. I was also recruited by a Psijic Eye. I’m sure you could guess that it was not so simple. When I joined the Psijics, they had never before recruited a Chimer. I was Twelve. The monk who recruited me, Soliril, spoke to my parents, I remember that my mother laughed in his face, but Father did not. He had a pensive look on his face, and called Sotha Sil and my mother to speak about it privately. Father left me with Soliril and some guards, he whispered something to the guards and told me, “Ash, I would like you to practice your magic with Serjo Soliril.” It was an hour or two before they returned. When they did, one of the guards immediately spoke to my father, and he looked sad, but he smiled at me and asked, “Did you learn anything from Serjo Soliril?” I ran over to him, and began to recount everything I learned. I remember asking Sotha Sil, “Do you know how to do that Uncle Sil?” He’d said, “I do.” Then I asked, “Why didn’t you teach me?” He looked as if he’d eaten a rotten lemon. Father had spoken before Sotha Sil could respond, “Serjo Soliril, if I am to send my son to learn on Artaeum, I would need some guarantees. From your Ritemaster.” Of course the Ritemaster didn’t come himself, but they did use magic, to speak to one another, I was not privy to those conversations, but I know some of the results. Given that I was my parents’ heir, I would have to return to Resdayn, I could not devote myself to a life of study. What I do remember is my parents arguing about it. “You would send our son across the continent!” my mother had yelled. “Ayem, it will be good for him, you saw how much he learned from the monk!” Father had shouted back. “We will not see him for eight years, by the time he returns he will be a man!” My mother had thrown back. “It will be good for Resdayn, this act of faith, intrusting our son, our only child, with the Psijics, will help to pave the way to good relations with the Altmeri in the future. Relations that Ashval will be able to capitalize off of,” Father had reasoned. And my mother agreed. I remember being seen off by my family, Father had given me an amulet, and told me, “Ashval, I know you are scared, but you will learn so much. You have always made me proud, I know you will make Resdayn proud.” And I was off. I studied there for eight years, before returning to Resdayn, initially I was supposed to go back to Artaeum after a year but, in the time I had been gone the War of the First Council had occured and my father had died. I wrote to Ritemaster Iachesis and told him that I would not be returning. I had to care for my people, I became the head of House Mora, back then that meant being the leader of the Morag Tong and the Grandmaster of House Indoril. How I returned to the Psijics is a story for another time.