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Kho stayed rigid and attentive as the Magister made what seemed to be his closing remarks. Hopefully the man hadn't found him distasteful; Khalophis was dismissive now, but what could one so low in the hierarchy expect from a Magister? The fact that he addressed them at all was a good sign. Probably. He seemed more interested in Zahra than anyone here anyway, though Kho couldn't make up his mind whether the implication a girl covered in burns should be a pyromancer was fitting or tasteless.

[color=ff0066][i]'The whole plaza can hear you thinking, you nervous wreck,'[/i][/color] Teken teased in the back of his mind.

The boy's brow furrowed in visible irritation at the unheard comment as he worked his jaw in silence. Still respectful of the authority in their presence, his head subtly cocked toward the falcon on his shoulder, unamused, only for both novitiate and tutelary to immediately snap their attention to the feather in Khalophis' hand as it flared to life. 

The white glow had Teken completely enraptured; the bird's head tilted and turned as its eyes pointedly followed the fire wherever it moved. The gleam in its eyes faded as Khalophis made his demonstration of the fire being harmless, but the falcon continued to watch until Toruk had carried the feather out of sight. Likewise, the tension in Kho's body visibly melted in the heatless flame. It looked to be such a simple spell - at least he assumed, it was just as likely a flame that didn't burn was the Magister's way of reinforcing the skill gap between them - but Kho could only think of what it would be like to do that himself. 

Khalophis was long gone by the time Khotanebre snapped back to attention and stiffened with embarrassment at Radaam's farewell. He hoped the other novitiates hadn't noticed him standing there with his mouth parted in wonder like a drooling simpleton.

[color=ff5c33]"Erm. Yes. Nice meeting you too. And, err, good luck,"[/color] Kho rambled as he tried to get his thoughts in order. Right. He needed to talk to his family too. Wait, no, his magus was more important. He really needed to know how sorcerers were supposed to talk to each other before he ran into anyone else with a title around here. Dismissing himself with a quick bow to Khaemtir, Kho made his way back toward the dais they'd been inducted on, scanning the crowd for the imposing man with the embers for eyes.

When he finally located the man, Khotanebre approached to present himself before Magus Xavier with a stiff bow of his head. [color=ff5c33]"Apologies if I kept you waiting, Magus."[/color]

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