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Soren took one of the cups carefully, holding it in both hands for a second before taking a sip. The smell helped. He recognized some of the herbs, which honestly made him feel a little less nervous about the whole thing.

When Juniper admitted she hadn’t done this before, his expression softened. [color=darkviolet]“That’s okay,”[/color] he said quietly. [color=darkviolet]“I mean… I think this is nice.”[/color] He glanced down at his tea, then back up again. [color=darkviolet]“Better than being thrown into a room and told to prove yourself, anyway.”[/color]

The words came out before he could second guess them. He blushed, looking away for a second before following the others through to the conservatory, careful not to step on the circle.

Once everyone started introducing themselves, Soren hesitated before speaking. [color=darkviolet]“I’m Soren Virelle,”[/color] he said, a little softer than he meant to. [color=darkviolet]“White Witch. Healing magic is my specialty.”[/color] A faint white glow flickered around his fingers against the cup, then faded when he noticed it. [color=darkviolet]“And, um… I’m still learning, but I want to help.”[/color]