OOC: Continued from here.
A nod was all she needed from the mage. She’d never hear him speak much so it wasn’t a surprise to receive a wordless approval. Given his silence, she couldn’t know about his disapproval of her race. If she had known though, she wouldn’t have agreed with him at all. Small and vulnerable? Sure. Faeries were pathetic creatures? Of course they were. If she would have thought otherwise she wouldn’t have been here. Vysstichi being better at arcana? Ridiculous. Arcana ran though her veins. She breathed it, literally. It was down right idiotic to claim such things.
For the first time since long she descended the ill illuminated stairs. As she went down, she could feel the arcana getting stronger around her. It had been several months since she’d been here and so far nothing looked like it had changed. When arriving at the bottom, she was greeted by the ever friendly light elf, apparently still stuck at answering the front desk.
I’ve come to continue my training with master Aribeal.
She had to hold back to respond with some kind of witty remark on how he still hadn’t changed his welcoming behaviour, even thought it had gotten into a lot of trouble. Even though the mer had put him in his place after the incident with the vysstichi, that didn’t mean she was going to provoke him about it. After all, if he turned on her, it would have been a very similar situation, only this time with her on the receiving end and the Aribeal might feel the need to remind her that she was still only mere initiate.