southern_slut
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Analyoki, daughter of house Cloud Hammer, had beads of concentration dripping off her brow. At only 4'10" she was often confused for a child but she was 18 and four months. Those four months are very important because she has been the apprentice to the village sorcerer since then. Her hands were held just as she'd been taught, one back by her ear and the other by her chin. Slowly breathing in and out, channeling her abilities and feeling the slow warmth across her skin. It has to work this time, hold on... Concentrate...
"No! You've failed to maintain your consciousness again!"
The sorcerer was yelling from around the corner and Analyoki sprang up to look in the mirror. Rather than change her hair color to the deep reds of the Western girls, the hair had sprung up along her chin. With a cry of rage Analyoki looked to the Sorcerer with tears of frustration standing in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I know you said not to try without you... I just wanted you to see I was learning..."
Falling back into the chair, toying with the end of her dress and anticipating another of the Sorcerer's notorious scoldings.
"No! You've failed to maintain your consciousness again!"
The sorcerer was yelling from around the corner and Analyoki sprang up to look in the mirror. Rather than change her hair color to the deep reds of the Western girls, the hair had sprung up along her chin. With a cry of rage Analyoki looked to the Sorcerer with tears of frustration standing in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I know you said not to try without you... I just wanted you to see I was learning..."
Falling back into the chair, toying with the end of her dress and anticipating another of the Sorcerer's notorious scoldings.