[i]2x-17(x+12) for serpent, 6x-22(23x+42) for floating eye.[/i]

Artav sipped her tea, spreading its flavors throughout her tongue.

[i]6x-22(23x+42) is better.[/i]

Artav slid her pen on the paper, writing down vital ingredients of her spell on her next book. Every little piece of mathematics and geometry in the stack of papers play a vital role in shaping Artav'i's masterpieces, and one mistake might have a detrimental effect on the tome. A spellwriter like her should be vigilant of any error in her work, lest have days, months or even years' worth of writing go to waste. 

[i]Some rooting ther-- oops, mistake--[/i]

...

Someone knocked on the door. Artav, disturbed yet intrigued, decided to walk over and check whoever was that. She was eager to get a willing apprentice for herself, possibly reigniting her tradition of having her personal group of disciples soon. She was less eager, however, if it was one of those imbeciles who'll try to get her on their side, all because of some petty family feud.

There in her eyes a man with rather messy hair, his odd goatee included, about to shy away. Artav, with a disgruntled expression that seemed to be her regular face ever since Athalia fell, stared at him, as if she was staring directly on his very soul.

...

"Are you applying as an apprentice, or are you here just to waste my time?"