Alys
this night is alive with the smell of insane —
With the gate fixed, Alys thought it might be time to be on her way. Her companion, however, seemed to have other ideas. She glanced away when he offered a place to train, shyness taking over. She'd never considered formal training, and it was strange to have it simply offered to her, without her having to work for it. Of course, she thought, she'd have to work hard if she accepted. Perhaps that was when she'd pay for it.
"I'm Alys," she said, glancing back up to take the proffered hand. "Alys Glasse." Introductions made, she hesitated. What would happen if she accepted the offer for training? She'd always been on her own; it was not in her nature to accept help. Still, she'd lived twenty-six years with useless magic. If she could learn to wield it, to make use of it... "If I wanted to get training, at the Academy or in the barracks, how would I start?"
"I'm Alys," she said, glancing back up to take the proffered hand. "Alys Glasse." Introductions made, she hesitated. What would happen if she accepted the offer for training? She'd always been on her own; it was not in her nature to accept help. Still, she'd lived twenty-six years with useless magic. If she could learn to wield it, to make use of it... "If I wanted to get training, at the Academy or in the barracks, how would I start?"
— it's reaching for me and it's calling my name
