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The girl seemed honest, even sincere...if a little timid and uncertain. This puzzled the dryad, who stood with her head tilted, her lips pressed together as she considered this new candidate for the druids. She did not like to take just anybody on as a student because one could never be certain what those pupils might yield when arcana was put into their hands. Some wielded it for good, others for evil. But it was H'annaeryth's thought that those who did not care one way or another and simply used it as they pleased without thought to those around them or the consequences--those were the ones to be wary of.
"Are you afraid?" she asked after a moment, brows lifting slightly. She seemed concerned with this, as if it was important for her that the girl not be afraid of H'annaeryth...of being rejected. An uncertain mage was nearly as bad as an overconfident mage. "You really, really seem like you want this, but you seem like you're worried about something. You're not hiding something are you?"
Still, H'annaeryth could not fault the answers that she'd been given. The girl seemed pleasant enough and, as she'd already reflected, sincere and truly interested in druidism. So why the reticence? "I'm glad you say you'll cherish nature. We only nurture here. Some people...they come here because they think we'll teach them how to hurt people. That we'll teach them ways to manipulate nature for their benefit. There are some spells like that. That help you and not so much the trees, the flowers...the animals. But we don't teach people how to do harm. Do you understand?"
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