After eating her modest dinner, Ayrie lay down a small bed in one of the back rooms and thought about her encounter with the Mayor for some time. She hadn't yet rehung the rune, thinking it best to wait and see if it was even needed before risking anyone's wrath. Besides, he had told her the rules, and she had yet to see anyone who really looked menacing enough to warrant a protection of that magnitude on her little home.

[i]'What was that shock about? I can tell he is a dark magic user, and I know that I use the light, but I've never felt that before from anything.'[/i] Her schooling in the ways of elemental magic was sorely lacking, by the time she was born the priests had lost most of their teachers and none who were left had been able to teach her much about the ways of magic. Only that she was a light user and it meant she had an old soul. It was so long ago she didn't even remember the teacher's name, only that they were trying to help her gain some semblance of control over her power before it killed someone, namely her. From that point she just used her magic the same way the other elements did, but it had never felt quite right.

She looked at the scrap of parchment that her elders had sent with her. It contained instructions for setting up a small building for them to reside in, and a timeframe for the other two priests to arrive. They were both old men, and she had been sent strictly to get things ready for them. A few days behind, they would probably arrive the day after the festival.

She fell asleep thinking about the mayor, and was plagued by fitful dreams most of the night.