"Oh please, take your time!" The dancer-mage replied softly after the blonde elf woman addressed her unexpected presence. "I'm in no rush and I'm fine." She added in a futile manner before the elf disappeared behind the curtains.
It didn't take long for her host to return, clad within a comfortable-looking dress and walking with purpose in her stride. The woman's hospitality was almost unexpected to Ève given the odd circumstances of her arrival into her home. However, Ève didn't question her generosity as she was wrapped in a warm fur blanket and given a hot cup of tea before being settled into a soft bed. She worked so quickly that Ève could hardly keep track of her movements, though her own exhaustion from holding a spell for more than four hours didn't help the acuity of her senses. Before long, the elf had seated herself on the floor next to the bed, with her attention solely focused on the exhausted dancer-mage lying down before her.
"Umm...the rain." Ève began awkwardly. "Nevermind, uhhh...that was vague. I'm on my way to Sirithell to study magic with an instructor." She clarified as she took a light sip from the warm tea within her hands. "I...have a particular style of casting that...makes it difficult for me to learn from conventional magic instructors. I've been told that the mage I'm meeting practices a similar style of magic that I do, and that I could learn quite a bit from them." She added with a soft smile. "Also, my name is Ève. What's yours?"
It didn't take long for her host to return, clad within a comfortable-looking dress and walking with purpose in her stride. The woman's hospitality was almost unexpected to Ève given the odd circumstances of her arrival into her home. However, Ève didn't question her generosity as she was wrapped in a warm fur blanket and given a hot cup of tea before being settled into a soft bed. She worked so quickly that Ève could hardly keep track of her movements, though her own exhaustion from holding a spell for more than four hours didn't help the acuity of her senses. Before long, the elf had seated herself on the floor next to the bed, with her attention solely focused on the exhausted dancer-mage lying down before her.
"Umm...the rain." Ève began awkwardly. "Nevermind, uhhh...that was vague. I'm on my way to Sirithell to study magic with an instructor." She clarified as she took a light sip from the warm tea within her hands. "I...have a particular style of casting that...makes it difficult for me to learn from conventional magic instructors. I've been told that the mage I'm meeting practices a similar style of magic that I do, and that I could learn quite a bit from them." She added with a soft smile. "Also, my name is Ève. What's yours?"
