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"Of course, Lady Tyrelliaire. It would be my honor to tutor your son." The speaking woman did not break eye contact even as she bowed her head to her Queen.
"My thanks are great, Elder." The formal and tight expression of the crowned woman softened towards the elf, who was one of few trusted friends. "I tell you, Nathaniel is a brilliant boy. His not taking to the sword is nothing for him to hold against himself, and yet he does." The Queen paused and watched her friend closely, as if attempting to draw her to say something in response. To which, the other woman did not. "Tell me..." she continued after some moments. "Do you think he has the potential for magic?"
"Potential? ...Maybe. I can't guarantee--"
"He must have something, Setharia. He is my first born."
The sorceress tilted her head by a single degree. "He has the King's blood, a throne that awaits his name, a vast wealth...and he is brilliant. Some would call him lucky."
"...He needs to learn to wield magic."
"He'd be the first full blooded human to do so," Setharia reminded her Queen. "Magic isn't--"
"Spare me." The woman's words were emphasized by a dismissive gesture of her hand. "I understand. You'll do your best. He's already been informed and should be prepared to accompany back to your holdings. I expect you'll bring him back in a year's time?"
"A year? That's not even remotely possible."
"He is eighteen. Our House has some very promising prospects for him and such contracts cannot wait."
"Hannah," the elf spoke sternly. "What you ask is nigh impossible, as it is. I need at least five years. Even then, I cannot promise--"
"Two years."
"Five years."
"Two years. By then he either has the slightest glimmer of magic and you keep him for as long as you want to foster it or you bring him home."
It was all so very ridiculous. Setharia bit her tongue, though, and merely nodded in agreement.
"Excellent!" Hannah Tyrelliaire wrapped her arm around the older woman's shoulders, taking to a leisurely walk. "You know, Setharia. Every time I see you it's like being in a dream."
"How so?"
"You are ageless." She looked at her companion. "Almost immortal. And you can summon the elements from nothing."
"I'm not ageless nor anything near immortal. It only seems that way to humans. And I don't will magic from nothing."
The Queen laughed and shrugged. "I won't pretend to know. Thankfully I'm not the one you need to teach."
Setharia stood by the palace gates, not bothering to so much hold the reins of the white horse that peacefully waited only a short distance behind her. The woman was just over 300 years old, appearing to be the human equivalent of one in their late 20's. Her skin was fair, her hair a medium brown with a warm tone, and her eyes more green than emeralds. Despite being named a sorceress or an elemental mage, the woman wore light leather armor and carried two swords. No one doubted that she knew how to use them.
She watched as Nathaniel approached. By all appearances, he had said his goodbyes and no one accompanied him as he walked his horse to the gate. Setharia was somehow surprised that this event was not being turned into some grand ceremony: it seemed to be the Queen's way, to memorialize all marks of life as much as she could. Sparing any more thought on the matter, the elf focused her attention on the Prince and his regard of her.
The elf said nothing as Nathaniel came within such a proximity that he halted. It suddenly struck Setharia how unbelievably handsome the man had become: he had been a cute kid, to be sure, but the elf hadn't seen him in eight years.
She had served the King(s) directly from the time of Nathaniel's great grandfather's reign until what could be considered recently (for an elf). During such employment she was held dear by the royal family, was nearly considered a member herself. She liked to think that she still was.
Seeing Nathaniel, it brought back a wash of memories. She had cared for him, saw him every day for the first ten years of his life. The woman had entertained the little Prince with illusions and other displays of magic, a practice which his parents had not appreciated at the time. "A gross waste of the Elder Mage's talent" or some such nonsense. Setharia served the King, yes. Swore to use her power for his will, swore to protect his House. But in times of peace, she felt like little more than an aunt or older sister. She loved it. And she was loved.
Until... What had they told the children? She left them for some undefined emergency regarding those of her own bloodline, or she had given in to wanderlust, or...well, she hadn't been around to know what they had been told, exactly. Setharia hadn't even said goodbye. She simply disappeared. A regret, certainly. But one she couldn't fix even if she had the ability to travel back in time.
"Of course, Lady Tyrelliaire. It would be my honor to tutor your son." The speaking woman did not break eye contact even as she bowed her head to her Queen.
"My thanks are great, Elder." The formal and tight expression of the crowned woman softened towards the elf, who was one of few trusted friends. "I tell you, Nathaniel is a brilliant boy. His not taking to the sword is nothing for him to hold against himself, and yet he does." The Queen paused and watched her friend closely, as if attempting to draw her to say something in response. To which, the other woman did not. "Tell me..." she continued after some moments. "Do you think he has the potential for magic?"
"Potential? ...Maybe. I can't guarantee--"
"He must have something, Setharia. He is my first born."
The sorceress tilted her head by a single degree. "He has the King's blood, a throne that awaits his name, a vast wealth...and he is brilliant. Some would call him lucky."
"...He needs to learn to wield magic."
"He'd be the first full blooded human to do so," Setharia reminded her Queen. "Magic isn't--"
"Spare me." The woman's words were emphasized by a dismissive gesture of her hand. "I understand. You'll do your best. He's already been informed and should be prepared to accompany back to your holdings. I expect you'll bring him back in a year's time?"
"A year? That's not even remotely possible."
"He is eighteen. Our House has some very promising prospects for him and such contracts cannot wait."
"Hannah," the elf spoke sternly. "What you ask is nigh impossible, as it is. I need at least five years. Even then, I cannot promise--"
"Two years."
"Five years."
"Two years. By then he either has the slightest glimmer of magic and you keep him for as long as you want to foster it or you bring him home."
It was all so very ridiculous. Setharia bit her tongue, though, and merely nodded in agreement.
"Excellent!" Hannah Tyrelliaire wrapped her arm around the older woman's shoulders, taking to a leisurely walk. "You know, Setharia. Every time I see you it's like being in a dream."
"How so?"
"You are ageless." She looked at her companion. "Almost immortal. And you can summon the elements from nothing."
"I'm not ageless nor anything near immortal. It only seems that way to humans. And I don't will magic from nothing."
The Queen laughed and shrugged. "I won't pretend to know. Thankfully I'm not the one you need to teach."
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Setharia stood by the palace gates, not bothering to so much hold the reins of the white horse that peacefully waited only a short distance behind her. The woman was just over 300 years old, appearing to be the human equivalent of one in their late 20's. Her skin was fair, her hair a medium brown with a warm tone, and her eyes more green than emeralds. Despite being named a sorceress or an elemental mage, the woman wore light leather armor and carried two swords. No one doubted that she knew how to use them.
She watched as Nathaniel approached. By all appearances, he had said his goodbyes and no one accompanied him as he walked his horse to the gate. Setharia was somehow surprised that this event was not being turned into some grand ceremony: it seemed to be the Queen's way, to memorialize all marks of life as much as she could. Sparing any more thought on the matter, the elf focused her attention on the Prince and his regard of her.
The elf said nothing as Nathaniel came within such a proximity that he halted. It suddenly struck Setharia how unbelievably handsome the man had become: he had been a cute kid, to be sure, but the elf hadn't seen him in eight years.
She had served the King(s) directly from the time of Nathaniel's great grandfather's reign until what could be considered recently (for an elf). During such employment she was held dear by the royal family, was nearly considered a member herself. She liked to think that she still was.
Seeing Nathaniel, it brought back a wash of memories. She had cared for him, saw him every day for the first ten years of his life. The woman had entertained the little Prince with illusions and other displays of magic, a practice which his parents had not appreciated at the time. "A gross waste of the Elder Mage's talent" or some such nonsense. Setharia served the King, yes. Swore to use her power for his will, swore to protect his House. But in times of peace, she felt like little more than an aunt or older sister. She loved it. And she was loved.
Until... What had they told the children? She left them for some undefined emergency regarding those of her own bloodline, or she had given in to wanderlust, or...well, she hadn't been around to know what they had been told, exactly. Setharia hadn't even said goodbye. She simply disappeared. A regret, certainly. But one she couldn't fix even if she had the ability to travel back in time.
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