#ilrygon

    She smiled each time she looked at it and from time to time, despite herself, she found she spoke to it as if her mother could still hear her through it. The aspiring Sorceress scanned page after page, a side assignment she had picked up from Ilrygon Wyrmdust in an attempt to prove her worth. One of many, she was sure. Next to her rest a stack of books, most pertaining to studies of ley lines, which was one of her weaker subjects. Occasionally she had to check herself and ensure she was correct in grading the students of Master Wyrmdust. It wouldn’t do to have her marking them incorrectly.

    “I’m glad I have new friends that are willing to reassure me I’m not pathetic for seeking an opportunity to prove myself and further my teachings. In fact they encourage it. You would like them, mama. They’re a little odd and drink to excess, but they’re good people. Papa always told me what a good judge of character you are. I hope I got your judgement.” She giggled to herself as she continued to grade with an occasional glance over to the Orb. “In fact they gave me the courage to admit who I am to myself and to the world. I only hope my experiences with the Director and any other tutors she appoints, depending on what she decides, is so encouraging. I want to impress them, but I am also here to learn.”

    With a light sigh she turned over the last of the pages. Finally, she thought, How many students does Ilrygon have, anyway? Catisa smirked to herself and stacked them up neatly to be taken to Ilrygon’s office first thing in the morning before she went to blow the candle out, only pausing to look at the Orb once more and say, “Goodnight, mama and papa.”