[h2][color=6ecff6]Argleif Donchie[/color][/h2]
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	Argleif watched the visibly talented mage turn and leave with longing eyes, envying the clear control of magic acting on her own body. In his training, Argleif never had a need to learn how to levitate himself, though he had always yearned for the freedom to soar amongst the flock of sky. Due to his youth compared to the monks around him, teachings of flight had always been kept from him as even the slightest of mistakes could have been perilous to his mortality. He had only been trained on how to match his interests with the wind's natural will, subsequently mastering his control over the great breath of life without specific usages. 

	He only knew to guide winds, to cause them to grow and cease, to direct them. His foundations were firm, however the heights of his abilities were far from him. In addition, the monastery had never taught him to read or write outside of the ancient glyphs and carvings of the walls and centuries old transcripts and poems, which did very little to assist in his learnings of magic, as the only texts he [i]could[/i] read were worth several times their weight in gold.

	How he longed for the comforting presence and guidance of his Eldest, for her loving touch and firm guidance. How he wished to hear her simple teachings in times as these. However he knew that he would only ever see her again in his dreams and memories, that he could only ever feel the faintest ebs of her aura through his use of magic.

	As he felt the sharp cut of sorrow and longing in his throat, he kneeled in the position of prayer he had always found peace in, summoning small upwards winds to carry his prayers to the ears of The Children of Ristoth.

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"Börn elsti Guðs, heyra auðmjúkust mitt hrópað til viðmiðunar. Beina mér á vegi mínum við þolinmæði, samúð, fyrirgefning og auðmýkt, að ég megi enact vilja þinn. Leiða mig í lóðir yðar með hugrekki, tryggð og Honor, sem ég kann að koma þér stolt."[/color]

	He whispered, tears beginning to well in his eyes as he finished. He stayed in the position of prayer for a moment and took in a deep breath, allowing himself to feel the kind and rejuvenating touch of the Gods before standing with serenity Anew.