Victoria Vandive Velosi
"To all Masters: please gather in the hall on the third floor. I shall meet you there momentarily. I repeat: please gather in the hall on the third floor. Thank you."
Victoria threw her last punch at an invisible opponent, and picked up her towel, sweating profusely. It was something one of the books she had called shadowboxing, but she wasn't sure if fighting an invisible opponent was actually doing something for her.
This was the furthest she had ever been from home. Her father was dumbfounded that she had received a letter asking for her attendance here, much less a letter containing Zelretch's name in it. So much so that he believed her a liar, and accused her of wanting to go off enjoying some sandy beach without him. It took the actual letter slapped across his face for him to believe her, and even then he only believed that she had received a letter, not that Zelretch had sent a letter to her. Unable to dissuade her, he reluctantly surrendered to her demands, but piled onto her several instructions as well as a cell phone that connected to him and only him in a few button presses. It was very obvious he thought it was a sham.
Wiping off the last of her sweat, she made herself presentable and walked towards the hall.
Victoria paused before the door to the hall, taking in a deep breath to calm herself. She was pretty sure she was the only one there without a fancy background with a fancy family and a fancy magic crest. Not that she was ashamed of what she had, but she had a feeling they were going to get... hostile should she mention she had no crest, no real wealth, or even any real magecraft training. There was an increasing feeling that Zelretch, for all his wisdom, had made a mistake somewhere and sent an invitation to her. Plucking up her courage, she opened the door, grinning widely.
"Good morning!"
Most of them seemed engrossed with whatever they were doing, and those over there seemed like they were arguing over something, so she didn't exactly wait for a reply. She moved over to an empty circle, staring blankly at it before realizing what it was. It was probably a conjuring cirle, the kind that summons an entity and binds them to the caster. How did summoning work again? Victoria had only fragments and shadows of how the ceremony was supposed to work. Oddly enough, her circle was reacting to her, glowing so faintly that one might think it was just one's imagination. Squatting down to take a closer look, Victoria decided she should wait for the others to summon something first, before improvising a ritual based on theirs and summoning one herself.
Speaking of which, this circle sure was interesting. She couldn't help but be intrigued, holding out her hand to touch it as the circle grows slightly brighter the closer her hand was.
"To all Masters: please gather in the hall on the third floor. I shall meet you there momentarily. I repeat: please gather in the hall on the third floor. Thank you."
Victoria threw her last punch at an invisible opponent, and picked up her towel, sweating profusely. It was something one of the books she had called shadowboxing, but she wasn't sure if fighting an invisible opponent was actually doing something for her.
This was the furthest she had ever been from home. Her father was dumbfounded that she had received a letter asking for her attendance here, much less a letter containing Zelretch's name in it. So much so that he believed her a liar, and accused her of wanting to go off enjoying some sandy beach without him. It took the actual letter slapped across his face for him to believe her, and even then he only believed that she had received a letter, not that Zelretch had sent a letter to her. Unable to dissuade her, he reluctantly surrendered to her demands, but piled onto her several instructions as well as a cell phone that connected to him and only him in a few button presses. It was very obvious he thought it was a sham.
Wiping off the last of her sweat, she made herself presentable and walked towards the hall.
Victoria paused before the door to the hall, taking in a deep breath to calm herself. She was pretty sure she was the only one there without a fancy background with a fancy family and a fancy magic crest. Not that she was ashamed of what she had, but she had a feeling they were going to get... hostile should she mention she had no crest, no real wealth, or even any real magecraft training. There was an increasing feeling that Zelretch, for all his wisdom, had made a mistake somewhere and sent an invitation to her. Plucking up her courage, she opened the door, grinning widely.
"Good morning!"
Most of them seemed engrossed with whatever they were doing, and those over there seemed like they were arguing over something, so she didn't exactly wait for a reply. She moved over to an empty circle, staring blankly at it before realizing what it was. It was probably a conjuring cirle, the kind that summons an entity and binds them to the caster. How did summoning work again? Victoria had only fragments and shadows of how the ceremony was supposed to work. Oddly enough, her circle was reacting to her, glowing so faintly that one might think it was just one's imagination. Squatting down to take a closer look, Victoria decided she should wait for the others to summon something first, before improvising a ritual based on theirs and summoning one herself.
Speaking of which, this circle sure was interesting. She couldn't help but be intrigued, holding out her hand to touch it as the circle grows slightly brighter the closer her hand was.