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Kaezira's Quarters
The Institute
The sound of absolute silence is bliss. His cold, frozen quarters are quiet enough to hear the pitter-patter of a mouse running across the ice. He studies in peace. He learns in peace. How else is a mage of his caliber to concentrate. A light from a high window illuminates whats on his desk. An empty glass, ink and quill, and the book he is studying, a journal on fire magics. The journal of that of an ancient, great wizard, who specialized in fire magics. Its significance, far beyond any other fire magic book one could find in the Institute's library. He has an amazing power for ice magic, but very basic for any other types. If he's to learn more than his northern inheritance will allow him, he must study the absolute best of its kind. This journal is exactly that. Nothing could be more informational and powerful in fire magic than this journal.
He lets out a deep sigh, "It's just so difficult to understand." His voice echoes through his vast and icy study. Along with the sound of the ink-filled paper in a book shutting closed. The language and symbols in the journal are archaic, and beyond Kaezira's understanding. Similar to what he can already understand and interpret, so deciphering what it means is possible, but not easy. He can't ask many for help reading the fire wizard's notes, all they would do is explain the obvious. He knows much more than any other magic user throughout Terra.
His open hand hovers near the empty drinking glass on his desk, and fills it's interior with ice. With the close of his hand, the ice melts into cold water, filling the glass. He takes a sip from the glass and gently places it back down on his desk. The sound so prominent in the silent room.
A three-time-over knock can be heard from his quarter's doors. "Come in." he calls out to the unknown visitor. He who enters is one of his brightest apprentices. "Welcome, my boy. Please, have a seat. Tell me, what has brought you to my quarters?" Kaezira gestures to an old, wooden chair nearing his desk when he offers a seat to his apprentice. The young man is wearing a thick white cloak, knowing that Kaezira's living space is as cold as his magic. A great temperature for that of a Vinterkin. Their voices echo throughout the lull room as they converse.
"I've come to speak to you about furthering my ice magic usage, sire."
Kaezira let out a closed mouth, amused chuckle. "So, you've come to speak to the master of the subject I see? Well, I'm honored, but I'm afraid neither of us have the time. Your apprenticeship brings you great amounts of study and practice, and I have other apprentices to teach, as well as studies of my own."
"But sire, I can handle it! I'm exceeding expectations of an apprentice already, am I not?"
"Yes, you very well are. But it's not up to you unfortunately. I am writing a book on the study of ice magic however, I can offer it to you once it's been completed."
"Alright. I would be grateful, sire. Thank you."
"Ah, not a problem my boy. Before you go, could I ask of you to spread word that I am looking for more apprentices to teach. The more powerful mages in the institute, the better."
"Yes, I will. Thank you once more sire. Farewell."
Kaezira escorts his apprentice out of his quarters, and shuts the door closed behind him. He sits once again at his desk to continue his studies.
A tension between Nephilim and Revenant can be sensed, and a raging battle between the factions is in the midst of preparations. Many powerful mages will be needed for the Nephilim to fight against and overcome the Revenant. At the moment, the Nephilim have few, and Kaezira has fewer apprentices studying to be. The numbers of the faction, let alone the number of mages, are suffering at a time of needed flourishing.
