[center][h2]Sariel[/h2][/center]
[center][sub]Interacting with: [@Scribe of Thoth][@Obscene Symphony][/sub][/center]

[color=f6989d]“Oh gosh, aren’t you eager? But call me Sariel. Ms. Asiree makes me sound like a functional adult and that I am not!” [/color]Sariel laughed and continued knocking her heels against the stage. She considered the question for a moment. [color=f6989d]“My Awakening showed me my affinity so I don’t have a lot of advice for figuring it out. But once you do, fall in love with your magic.”[/color] She hopped off the stage with a wink for the others who were interested in speaking with her and slipped her arm into Max’s, steering him into the cluster of tables. Several pairs of eyes watched jealousy as they departed. The breeze circling Sairel enveloped Max as well. [color=f6989d]“Take every opportunity to explore your magic, every second of every day. Most of your classmates are gonna use it when it’s convenient or when it’s right. Use your magic to turn a page, use it to get the salt shaker, use it to pick something up off the ground. Everyone thinks mastery is all about the big spells, the structure and flashy effects, but it’s the little things that make a master. And above all, enjoy it. You may hate your situation but revel in your power.”[/color] She patted Max’s arm sympathetically. [color=f6989d]“Anyways, I’ll introduce you to someone I tutored personally so he has a bit more skilled than most of your class. Once you figure out your affinity, he can help you get ahead on your control exercises.”[/color] She grinned at the boy and stopped in front of the Arena Guild table where a blond headed mage filled out some papers.[color=f6989d] “How rude. Not even going to say hello to your old tutor Aaron?”[/color] She said teasingly.[color=f6989d] “Anyways, Aaron this is…” [/color]She turned to Max, a look of horror and embarrassment on her face. [color=f6989d]“Oh gosh, I completely forgot to ask your name. I’m so sorry! I must seem like a complete airhead!” [/color]

[center][h2]Scarlet[/h2][/center]
[center][sub]Interacting with: [@TrainerBlue192][/sub][/center]

The woman wearing the “Plant” tag had her name written in large block letters. Scarlet May. Her red hair was pulled up in a loose bun, strands still escaping. Smudges of dirt streaked across her pale skin, under yellowed eyes. She wore comfortable clothing, a long sleeved shirt and jeans with a pair of gardener’s gloves sticking out of the back pocket. She chuckled at the boy’s predicament.

[color=8dc73f]“Sorry, I just find it funny how many of us have that problem. That’s why they make sure a Plant mage is always here you know?”[/color] She held out her hand to shake his. The nails were bit short and a few flecks of dirt had made their way underneath them. [color=8dc73f]“Scarlet May, plant mage and the head of the gardening association here at Noila. Your problem isn’t going to go away until your get your magic under control a bit more unfortunately. All you can do right now is figure out a few calming exercises. I have a pamphlet with a few if you’d like.”[/color]

[center][h2]Ms. Naomi[/h2][/center]
[center][sub]Interacting with: [@Crusader Lord][/sub][/center]

“It depends on the type of administration you are interested in. We offer a variety of economic, business, and social classes that would work well towards a profession in administration Countess.” The woman bowed as she spoke. “Was there something specific you had in mind?”