[center][h1][color=32CD32]Ishara[/color][/h1][/center]

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Ishara gave a small smile at Khaemtir as he seemed to jovially put an arm around her, and a struggle to get the arm of Radaam to boot, laying out his own plans before taking off against the wishes of his Tutelary. As much as the girl did think well of the little jewel-eyed hippo, however, she did feel a certain understanding of her peer not wanting to exactly go running back to his parents. Hers were...well, they were good to her. In that the goddess her truly blessed her. But she knew how Khaemtir's mother and family could get from her own experiences, and it wasn't far off to think the boy just wanted his own time without family basically banking on his achievement publicly. Perhaps it was a normal thing for some nobility, but...mmm, not one of the aspects of noble life she liked. It was one she recognized and had to deal with, but that didn't mean she had to like it regardless. 

Though before she could even try to talk to Radaam, the boy too seemed to dive into the crowd of his own volition and head off on his own business. Ah. Perhaps she'd been hoping to talk to him some more, try to get to know her fellow Noviate, but then again that might be a bit much. As much as she seemed calm, and had been happy to see her mothers, it was still a fact that the nerves were still rolling off. Part of her was still having to let it all sink in, frankly, and the only reason she was keeping such a good appearance was from the education her adoptive mother had drilled into her. How to appear well in public, how to try to hide the nerves, good mannerisms, that sort of thing fitting for a noble's daughter. 

Even so, it was exhausting to keep up appearances on this day of all days. Perhaps she could find a corner to sit in and just let herself relax a bit? That...that would be rather nice actually. Just the thought of it let her facade of composure down a little, if enough to see the tired glint in her eyes and some fatigue in her facial expression. 

Yet with no one else for the moment, the green-haired girl's eyes turned back to Master Dagon himself. Doing her best to keep up a smile, she gave a light bow to the man before moving to speak to him herself this time. 

[color=32CD32]"I am honored to learn under you, Master Dagon. Yet if i may....'stuffy old Magi' as you exclaim yourself to be, I pray that we will be able to glean much from your years of experience. As my adoptive mother has taught me, to learn from the past is most valuable when pursuing our own futures,"[/color] the girl said, trying to give a sincere compliment as she spoke her mind somewhat to the older Sorcerer. Even if it seemed like flattery, or perhaps a tad naive, she meant every word of it regardless. To learn from the past was a valuable tool, but to become fixated on it was also a dangerous thing in and of itself. 

...Goodness, though, she could perhaps use a nice drink after this. Maybe she could locate some refreshments on her way to mingle and maybe find a spot to let herself relax a bit more. 

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