TearsoftheWorld
Radical Dreamer
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OOC: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=968011
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It had been a long day for one of the Tower Academy's "youngest" educators. She leaned forward towards her desk and picked up a small icicle shard that she'd formed moments earlier. She stared at it intently, as if it were some sort of puzzle that she couldn't quite figure out. Truth be told, she knew everything about it. It was as very much a part of her as the blood that coursed through her veins. But she knew that she could do so much more. Creating such a tiny object was only a fraction of what she was truly capable of making.
Would they understand?
Did it matter?
Perhaps not, she thought.
The young woman peered in close, and she could easily make out her reflection in the sparkling surfaces of the shard. A pretty face stared back at her, but it wasn't her real face.
She hadn't worn that face in centuries.
Would she ever get to see it again?
Ariesa frowned and then placed the icicle back on her desk. She rose from her high chair and drew her cloak around her slender body, clasping it tight just beneath her throat. She moved out from behind her desk and started walking towards the twin doors that led out into the hallway. She offered a polite smile to the snowman that held the door open for her, and she heard it close behind her as she started walking to her class for the evening.
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The Tower Academy played host to a number of a powerful beings, though many of the students that graced its halls were still trying to find their way. Some had been aware of its existence since they were very young, and others that had just come into their own had been told that they could hone their special powers. Ariesa walked into her classroom and ignored her students for the time being. She had been teaching long enough to know that it was almost impossible to get their attention right away.
Still...
A girl's got to have her fun.
She turned towards the row of seats and gestured a hand towards the ceiling. Snow began falling delicately towards the students, but before it could reach them it began swirling around and around in the air, forming a large clump which she dumped right on the head of one of the younglings towards the back.
"Now that I hope that I have your attention... welcome to The Academy. My name's Ariesa, and I'll be your instructor," she said. "You'll quickly discover that a lot of your teachers would have you spending time reading ancient texts... but there's so much more to magic than pouring over musty old tomes. In here we're going to have a bit of fun. So, who wants to tell their story first?"
OOC: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=968011
~ ~ ~
It had been a long day for one of the Tower Academy's "youngest" educators. She leaned forward towards her desk and picked up a small icicle shard that she'd formed moments earlier. She stared at it intently, as if it were some sort of puzzle that she couldn't quite figure out. Truth be told, she knew everything about it. It was as very much a part of her as the blood that coursed through her veins. But she knew that she could do so much more. Creating such a tiny object was only a fraction of what she was truly capable of making.
Would they understand?
Did it matter?
Perhaps not, she thought.
The young woman peered in close, and she could easily make out her reflection in the sparkling surfaces of the shard. A pretty face stared back at her, but it wasn't her real face.
She hadn't worn that face in centuries.
Would she ever get to see it again?
Ariesa frowned and then placed the icicle back on her desk. She rose from her high chair and drew her cloak around her slender body, clasping it tight just beneath her throat. She moved out from behind her desk and started walking towards the twin doors that led out into the hallway. She offered a polite smile to the snowman that held the door open for her, and she heard it close behind her as she started walking to her class for the evening.
~ ~ ~
The Tower Academy played host to a number of a powerful beings, though many of the students that graced its halls were still trying to find their way. Some had been aware of its existence since they were very young, and others that had just come into their own had been told that they could hone their special powers. Ariesa walked into her classroom and ignored her students for the time being. She had been teaching long enough to know that it was almost impossible to get their attention right away.
Still...
A girl's got to have her fun.
She turned towards the row of seats and gestured a hand towards the ceiling. Snow began falling delicately towards the students, but before it could reach them it began swirling around and around in the air, forming a large clump which she dumped right on the head of one of the younglings towards the back.
"Now that I hope that I have your attention... welcome to The Academy. My name's Ariesa, and I'll be your instructor," she said. "You'll quickly discover that a lot of your teachers would have you spending time reading ancient texts... but there's so much more to magic than pouring over musty old tomes. In here we're going to have a bit of fun. So, who wants to tell their story first?"
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