[i]"Oh, she's just adorable...[/i] Craïs thought with an inward grin as she watched the little sorcerer's apprentice fidget in place, her cheeks flushed beet red. Just as the Desertian mage was about to reply about quickly packing up her things, a new presence made itself known to the two of them.

[b]"Well then, I believe it is a good thing I had thought you might want to do so, leading me come here on my own."[/b]

Craïs damn near pivoted on her heel as she heard the voice. Her indignant squawk of surprise died in her throat as she saw him. Clad in the holy white cleric's robes, his hair and and beard equally white, she recognised the elderly man instantly. Lord Jumal. He was... taller than she had imagined, somehow both regal and humble in his appearance. He barely appeared his age, back straighter than most young male mages in Akademia and his eyes... those ruby orbs were sharper than even the shrewdest Magiyan elder or Master she had encountered. And she had met nearly all of them, considering they were the only ones she ever dealt with. Yet they were almost glowing with a sort of fatherly adoration and love as he spoke to his apprentice. Then he turned to her, causing her to go stiff.

[b]"And you must be Craïs Magen. Quite the topic of... hot debate among the Elder Council, you are."[/b] His voice was full of mirth, even if repressed.

[b]"Y-yes, sir. No, I mean, Lord Jumal. I mean Lord Arkaos!"[/b] She stuttered, instantly cursing herself in her head right after. Way to make first impressions with the one man people claimed to be the single most influential man in the Magiyan circles after the Elder Council themselves. And it wasn't a no-brainer why. The man was allegedly immortal and the single createst master of alchemy and medical magic in not just the Morallean States, but the entirety of Mirasoria.

[b]"I- I'll just go fetch my things, my Lord."[/b] She turned on her heel and retreated back to her room before the blush of embarasment emerged on her cheeks.

[b]"Very well. Take as much as you need. I've seen to it that your fellowship has all the necessary materials for the journey that lies before you. Including the horses and carriage."[/b]

Lord Jumal then turned to his diminutive apprentice, smiling a grandfatherly smile. [b]"The beginning of your journey draws near, my little Aura. Are you ready?"[/b]