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The morning was bright and already Ci’aran could fill the heat of the sun and the geography play against him. Ci’aran approached rather carefully, his mahogany brown hair combed neatly back towards his scalp as his brown hazel eyes, alert and attentive scoured the area with an attentive gaze. He was not a studious man by nature, and though he surrendered willfully to his concentration, he was afraid that his prior devotion to the physical arts such as body conditioning, swordplay and strength training would work against him now that he was studying elementalism.
Of course, it was not fair for him to classify himself as a non-magical type person, since he had never been tested with arcana, nor given the chance to practice or understand it. His mother, to his recollection, was a mage of some sort, though the particular sphere and level eluded him, like a handful of water, ever determined to escape his grasp.
Dress cleanly, freshly showered with a spotless white shirt set against black pants and black boots, he had opted to leave his longsword, his cloak and his gloves at home, choosing to dress comfortably, and smartly for his first meeting with his teacher, Mistress Rayra the Elementalist.
It did not take him long to see her, spotting her long black hair cascading down her back, as her turquoise robe swayed with her movements. She seemed in animate conversation and he politely stepped up, bowing low to the ground as he introduced himself, “Serale, Mistress Rayra.” Ci’aran said slowly, “My name is Ci’aran Leonard. Thank you so much for your time.”
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