Dusk, Second Cycle of Kalendryas, Winter, Era XV
self-modding with permission from GD Gossamer
Her first cycle in Zinn'Sunn had been hectic, to say the least. She had moved into her dormitory at The Ivory Tower, bought a viola, seen a vision of her ancestors, and learned to use the katana she had been given at birth. Fyleia was glad for a few brightenings to relax before her next lesson, though she was looking forward to this one most of all.
When it began to get dark, she made her way to the designated classroom in the school. Inside, her instructor awaited: an albino elf by the name of Ivory Violanthe. She had taught Fyleia how to use her katana the cycle before, and it seemed that now she would continue teaching Fyleia, but this time instructing her in the sphere of Song.
"Serale, lass," Ivory said, offering her familiar greeting with a smile. In the dim light of the classroom, which was how Ivory preferred it, her pale skin almost seemed to glow.
"How have you been?"
"Busy," Fyleia replied, but it was with a smile in return.
"I'm glad to hear it. I'd be disappointed to hear if you were just lazing around all brightening. A lazy mind makes for a poor mage indeed, and to study any sphere of arcana you'll need to have your wits about you.
"Are you ready?"
Fyleia nodded, and Ivory smiled. She indicated for Fyleia to take a seat on the cushion across from her. Between them lay an assortment of candles, a teapot and teacups, and a book entitled 'A Primer to Arcana.'