[Statistics] [Boy] [Mage] [Candidate] [Hatchling] [Adult]

Tanirra ran to the small room that was used for training apprentice magick users.It was her turn to help with some of the students. Brushing a stray strand that had fallen from her braid away from her face, she entered the classroom. Her face was flushed, and everyone stared at her. Nodding at the instructor, she quietly took a chair. Soon, everyone was busy working on the spells they had been told to practice. The most basic of spells, everyone already knew. Today however, they were to take the fire spell and learn to form it into a ball and project it. A magickal barrier had been placed around the room so that nothing would catch on fire. Tanirra walked around the room and helped the students as they struggled to master the art of turning a flame into a sphere. Looking around the room, she noticed a boy in deep concentration. The ball he was forming was perfect, and he made it dance over his hand. Walking over to him, Tanirra smiled at the way he made the ball move over his hand.

"That's very good, but can you aim it properly?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

The boy looked up at her, and smiled a devilish smile. Winking at her, he lobbed the fireball at the target set across the room.

Tanirra laughed as it hit its mark. "I'm impressed. Are you sure you're only an apprentice?"

Illiaen grinned at having impressed the elf. He hadn't thought throwing a ball of fire was at all challenging, unlike some of the other apprentices. He shrugged and nodded. Holding out his hand, he introduced himself. "I'm Illiaen." He liked her.

"Well, Illiaen, you're very good. What else can you do?" She continued, fascinated by this fair haired child. 

Illi grinned mischievously and rose. Wiggling his finger, he motioned for her to follow him as he moved to the corner of the room.

Tanirra watched on curiously as the boy performed his next 'trick.' 

Focusing carefully on one of the students, a brat of a boy with black hair, Illiaen thought hard about what he wanted to do. Slowly at first, but gaining speed as the spell caught on, the child's gossamer black hair began to blanch. Almost as if the hair itself had been terrified of some unseen threat, it paled further until - unbeknown by the owner of the hair - it turned an ashen blond.

Illiaen finished the spell and looked for Tanirra's reaction. She looked rather shocked, and seemed about to scold the young elf. Illi surreptitiously wove his 'innocent-young-boy' spell around Tanirra, grinning with pride as she began to take on the impassive features of one who has been taken. A smile began to turn up the corners of her lips, but when she shook her head and glared pointedly at Illiaen, he began to fear something had gone wrong.

"Illiaen." She began, her voice stern. Walking over to the boy, she gazed down at him, the lines of her face set. "You may be powerful, but I suggest you never try a trick like that on me again. Or by Penna, I swear I'll put a block on your powers so strong you won't even be able to make a spark!" Then, Tanirra smiled down at the boy. "As for that last little trick, it's a good one. I used it myself a time or two, just don't do it in class, and whatever you do, don't get caught at it." The mischievous grin that came across the boy's face made Tanirra laugh. "Now, scamp, why don't you work on that same trick, only focusing on changing it from fire to ice, then back again without the ice melting. Since you seem to have the fireball down so well, we'll see how well you can control your power."

Tanirra moved around the room, helping other students. When the call for class to be over came, the elf made her way back to Illiaen. "You know, if you want, I can show you more magic than they teach in the class. Wouldn't want you to get bored now would we?" Tanirra's eyes danced with merriment. The boy reminded her of her younger brother. He too had been so full of energy. She just wanted to be sure he had complete control over his powers. The thought of this young man meeting the same fate as her brother made a shiver pass down Tanirra's spine. A slight frown filled her features, but was quickly replaced by a smile. "So, what will it be? Would you like to learn more magick?"

Illiaen wasn't sure what to make out of this woman. She obviously knew what she was on about, but why was she helping him? Shrugging, and figuring it wouldn't hurt to learn more magick, he grinned, "Sure, lady."

Tanirra smiled, then said, "Okay, then be here every afternoon after your normal classes, and I'll show you some really neat tricks. I'll also teach you to control your power and focus it into a tight beam so that others around the subject being spelled won't pick up on it." She hoped that last one would peak his interest. Not that she'd teach it to him for a while, he needed to learn a little more self restraint first, but his talents were being wasted in the class he was currently in, and a young boy, bored, with as much ability as he had, was a spell gone bad.