Tabatha
Wulkin Yonn rode atop his Wyvern with a sense of urgency and, though one wouldn't tell when looking at him, a sense of glee. He had been in the tower for a good while, and though it was a comforting place, it had grown terribly boring since he had been assigned to the library because he never let a book be left on the tables. 

 Fortunately, his luck changed when a letter appeared in front of him instructing him to go check on uncertain info about a set of ruins hidden somewhere within the Crasmere Forest. 

 Though the chances of any sort of ruins being there were slim as they came, what matters is that he was flying through the air toward something that might be worthwhile, rather than sitting on his ass back in the tower. 

 "Feels nice to fly, doesn't it, boy?" He asked his wyvern mount, Lurk, who snarled in response as he lowered them down to where he felt best to begin the search. The treetops gave way to a clearing where Lurk landed and promptly snatched up a very surprised rabbit, greedily swallowing it whole. 

 "Why do you act like I don't feed you at home?" Wulkin sighed while sliding off the saddle. His instincts told him that his best bet was here, being that it was somewhat in the middle of the forest and a set of ruins would often be hidden if it hadn't been discovered yet. 

 Unfortunately for him, despite his best efforts, finding lost things often came down to luck. He can't count the amount of times he has literally stumbled into a discovery.

 "Stay here or fly around," He told Lurk, knowing that the Wyvern mostly did whatever it pleased regardless of orders. "Don't bother the Griffons if you see any or I swear-oi, look at me-I swear I will stop ordering that absurd fish you like, got it?" Lurk hissed loudly, but Wulkin knew he wouldn't harm him.
Alan
**Wulkin, after disembarking from his Wyvern, who presumably began his search on foot, would be greeted by fortune today during his exploration of the Crasmere forest. An old ruin had laid in wait, as eight large stones, pointed and erect, created a circle, with one of the eight knocked over. Runes carved into their faces, written in a seemingly lost, or unknown tongue— or so it would seem at first glance.**

**However there was something more peculiar about this location. That would be for the fact he hadn't been alone, as this short High Elven woman had been seated on the stone pillar which had been tilted over and onto the ground. She sat with one boot over her knee, her legs covered by black leggings. She wore a silky black robe with yellow trimmings draped over her shoulders. Her hair short, silvery, paired with an eyepatch which covered her left eye. The right eye, exposed, had been a radiant yellow colour, as though kissed by the sun's brilliance.**

**While seated, they held within their hand a grimoire as she had been passively reading it over, making a slight hum to herself. Her knifed ears twitched, as Wulkin made his approach.**

**Without shifting her gaze, her Arcane Eye, an invisible presence that hovered over her, which granted her omnidirectional sight from a bird's eye view, would observe the individual approaching. It was hard _not_ to recognize the apparel of someone from the Order— especially someone of her ilk, a Chronicler. As Wulkin drew closer, the High Elf had spoken up...**

"These ruins have already been long discovered." **She spoken aloud, her eye scanning through the pages of her book.** "Much within Findara has already been uncovered by the Mage Hand, unfortunately." **She had then added with a brief sigh. Her hand shut the grimoire, before allowing it to seemingly dematerialize from her grasp, whisked away by her Conjuration magic. The silver haired elf with that yellow eye would finally look to Wulkin, placing a fist to her face, knuckles pressed against her cheek.**

"Hello." **She would finally greet him with this calm tone. She had been somewhat soft spoken, and a little monotonous. Her expression was neutral, but that eye— that eye held beauty. Captured within that iris was the soul of someone who had been graced by the heavens. Although to most, she was nobody in particular, but to a Chronicler who had studied the Mage Hand's libraries time and time again, Wulkin knew he had been graced by the presence of a walking encyclopedia in regards to the arcane— the Archmage before Nicodemus, a wizard who sought to enrich education, who had written grimoire after grimoire about new magic theories, all for the sake of raising a wiser, stronger generation of mages... Archmage Soleil sat within Wulkin's presence, as her gaze met his.**
Tabatha
Wulkin Yonn's first instinct upon hearing a voice other than his own was to pull his sword free from its scarab, but before he prepared a spell in his free hand he quickly recognized who was seated before him. He had seen her paintings across the walls of the Mage Tower, beautiful murals made in her well-deserved honor, and yet they still could not catch the radiance that he was witnessing as he stood here and now. 

 The Yellow Mage, Lady Soleil, the former Archmage.

 She who was graced by Heaven. As the whispers say in the Mage Tower. 

 To think he would find her here of all places. Were those who sent him this way aware of her presence? Not much has been said about her as of late other than that she has been traveling the realm or realms... Wulkin was uncertain whether she could actually do that. 

 The Grimoire she held must have contained spells so old and powerful that they could put even the most "Experienced" Of Mages to shame. It vanishing from her grasp pained Wulkin because of what knowledge he could come across if he just so much as glanced through it.

"Lady Soleil," Wulkin greeted as he sheathed his sword apologetically and bowed respectfully. Despite the rush of excitement upon seeing her his voice contained none of it. "It is an honor to meet you, despite the odd circumstances. I am Yonn Wulkin of the Order of the Mage Hands, a Chronicler to be exact, sent here to check on..." He tilted his head and looked at the supposed ruins he had been sent here to investigate. "An already known set of ruins, but I was not told of you being here... Or I am assuming the guild is unaware of you." 

 He walked past the esteemed mage to one of the standing pillars. The etchings along it, he recognized them from the record segments in the library. Indeed this place was not new to the Findara archeological world, so why send him here?

 A sudden screech tore through the clear sky and Lurk flew to view soon after, landing on another pillar with grace, only for it to topple over under his weight. The wyvern had no sympathy for the destruction. 

 "Forgive my pet," Wulkin sighed. "He gets bored and does not understand simple instructions."
Alan
**She watched Wulkin hastily put his sword away, before giving her a bow of respect. She'd be quick to make a simple dismissive hand wave. The silvery haired elf couldn't help but let out a chuckle.** "Oh please, Soleil is fine. It's been over forty years since I was Archmage." **The She-Elf would say, before standing up. It wasn't like she was any sort of nobility— no, in fact now that she was retired, she was no more than a commoner. Most people don't even recognize her these days, lest they be a scholar of the arcane whose well versed with her works. She was a lot shorter than one would expect for a figure of seemingly grandiose status. The murals of her, the paintings and descriptions detailing her elevated the High Elf to a status which left one in awe, but, seeing the real deal in person... She was much more simple than one would think. Just a short High Elf, with silvery hair and an eyepatch. Her yellow eye continued to grace Wulkin, as she held this childlike curiosity in her gaze.**

"As far as I'm concerned, Wulkin, you and I are simply scholars. Kindred spirits working to uncover the grand arcane mysteries of Lucidien." **She'd walk towards the younger of the two, before pausing in her pace as she'd hear of Yonn's disappointment in regards to the ruins they were at.** "Hm. Fret not. There is always more to discover." **Soleil would assure the young Chronicler. Her gaze would sweep over towards the eight pillars.** "You see, that's an ancient circle used for Conjuration working. Likely used around the Era of Discord— maybe even early into the Era of Renewal." **She then looked back to Yonn.** "I'm studying it as we speak. Would you—" **Her speech would be cut, as her Arcane Eye would sense the presence of the Wyvern in the air, only to drop onto a pillar, toppling it. As she turned to face Yonn's pet, the She-Elf visibly cringed, seeing the ruin accidentally get further desecrated this way.** "—like... To... Learn about... Them?" **Her voice slowly faded as she observed the crushed pillar, making a slight sigh.**

**Her face began to ease, as she now studied the Wyvern. Her ears twitched, as she wouldn't help but smile, memories of over a century ago flooding to the forefront of her mind.** "Oh, it's you again. It's been awhile..." **She paused as she squinted her visible eye. She would notice Lurk didn't have the same scars as another Wyvern she encountered long ago. However the scales... It features were reminiscent to back then. Yet, even that _tail_ had the same shape. Soleil would sigh.** "...Ah, my mistake. Wulkin, did you inherit that Wyvern?" **She'd then ask, looking over to the younger Scholar inquisitively. She wouldn't elaborate on the reason yet as to why she was curious, however, she had rather intimate memories about a particular Wyvern she wrangled with back in the deep jungles of Kandagulu.**
Tabatha
The fact about being the past archmage forty years ago meant nothing to Wulkin. In his eyes, she deserved the title Lady and more if possible, but to respect her wish he refrained from giving her the title, though it would be a tad odd to do so. "Of course, Soleil." Yes... First name basis with such an esteemed person was quite odd indeed. 

 Wulkin followed her gaze to the pillars. The Mana Circle was there with its markings pointing to Conjuring magic as she had rightly pointed out, putting its date of usage between the two eras meant that quite many people had frequented it before its abandonment. Was it in use again? He couldn't sense any mana in the air besides the aura that brimmed off Soliel. For the Order to have sent him here blind was unlikely, though it was not completely uncommon in his practice. 

 It was an interesting thing to discuss, but then his wyvern crashed, and now here he was confused by how Soliel would recognize Lurk. "I did inherit him," Wulkin told her as he walked to the flying reptile. "He was my Father's first, supposedly from bred from a wyvern who was..." He trailed off as he realized how she recognized the wyvern, there was a story as to how Soliel lost her eye. To think he was riding on the offspring of her past enemy.

 "I see. Well, Lurk is considerably well-trained for a Wyvern," Wulkin told the former Archmage before dodging a tail swipe without needing to see it coming. "Which is to say he's still stubborn but bearable." He turned back to the ruins after shooing Lurk off the toppled pillar. "So if there is more to discover, what is it? I have seen mention of this place in the library, but I haven't read it in-depth. If it is Conjuration Magic, I am afraid I fall short, my studies so far have been in Evocation, though I will dabble in Abjuration eventually." He did not know why he added that part, but he already uttered it and could not take it back now.
Alan
**Soleil watched as Wulkin went through the mental journey of figuring out _why_ the High Elf knew that the Wyvern was inherited. Yes it was true, the "Enemy" Took out her eye— but Soleil didn't have enemies. No, to her, it was a misfortunate accident that cost her part of her vision. If that Wyvern truly was her enemy, back then, it'd had long been slain. No, instead Soleil and her apprentice at the time captured the beast and had it brought back to Findara to be studied and cared for.**

**She always knew Wyverns were deadly creatures, but the one she captured and had placed into captivity was especially dangerous for the fact it was a wounded beast— one of its wings torn. It was through patient care and effort did they manage to mend that broken wing, and over time, tame the beast. Although, the use of Enchantment magic from one angle can be seen as unethical, another way to look at it is that it was a way to allow the beast to empathically understand how others felt.**

**Not to mention, as a Master Diviner, she was able to communicate to beasts. Shifting her gaze back to Lurk, utilizing a basic Divination working, she would cast** `Speak With Animals` **To communicate with Lurk.** 

"Hello, Lurk. How are you today?" **She directly addressed the Wyvern as though she was expecting for it to respond in return— especially now that she could understand it, and it can understand her.** "You are a big one, aren't you?" **She then added, purposefully fluffing the Wyvern's ego a bit the same way one complimented a child.**

**Casting her gaze back to Wulkin now; he'd inquire about what more there was to discover here.** "Lets find out." **She would respond, as she turned to walk back towards the pillars. She'd point a gloved hand towards the pillar she sat on when Wulkin initially met with her.** `"Telekinesis."` **She would incant in a pronounced Elven dialect, the gold studs which lined her knuckles radiating a dull yellow hue as the pillar would begin to float upwards. Soleil made it seem effortless, erecting the pillar once more, allowing it to stand before firmly placing it into the soot it once stood on. Seven pillars now formed a circle; which now Soleil would need to fix the one Lurk broke.**

**Fortunately, there was an answer for everything.** `"Stone Shape."` **She struck the earth with her foot, before directing her hand towards the crushed pillar. Feeling the way each rigid connected, like a puzzle she reassembled the broken pillar seamlessly, melding it together like putty as it would come to a stand once again. Eight pillars now stood in a circle— the ruin mostly restored to how it was once before— so she thought, anyways.**

**Now that the circle was once again formed, Soleil looked over to Wulkin, only twisting her head to look back at him as her body faced the eight pillars.** "Would you like to learn Abjuration?" **She now simply offered— something she knew would be valuable to Wulkin... A learning opportunity.**
Tabatha
Wulkin watched the magic with great attention. He knew it was not unusual for a practitioner to switch between the Schools of Magic, but the way Soleil did it was worth being studied and admired. Even Lurk was enthralled, stepping back so the former Archmage had no interruptions as she worked to repair the ruins as they once were. Once she finished, the eight pillars stood in a circle and the two magicians faced them, while Lurk huffed and walked off to find something else to do. 

 The question, or rather the offer, that Soliel threw at him took him by surprise. It was not unheard of for grand mages to aid scholars who took an interest in their fields, but Wulkin had not expected someone as gifted as the Yellow Mage to ever gift him such an opportunity. He took a moment to even answer the lady. "I would be honored, Soleil." 

 He gestured back to the ruins. "But will these lessons be before, or after, we reveal what exactly these people were using a large Mana Circle for Conjuration? I may not practice it, but I know spells from Conjuration can bring forth creatures from the other realms, namely; Fae... Or demons."
Alan
**The Yellow Mage then shared with Wulkin a simple, and quaint smile to his question.** "Its discovery will be part of the lesson." **Soleil would now reveal to the caster of infernal origin.** "See— Although I _likely_ could operate the circle by myself, these larger circles typically were casted with multiple participants." **She would explain, before beginning to pace, looking at the eight different stone pillars.** "Druidic Circles. They're typically used to interact with beings of Fae origins. Druids, Shamans, Witches— Casters who're traditionally learned would use these. The question is, who or _what_ did this circle summon? Judging by the size, the amount of preparation vested into the circle, and the residual magic that clings to these rocks, whatever was conjured here was exceptionally potent with magic." **Soleil would hypothesize, stroking her chin while she was in thought, before finally moving her hand away from her face, looking to Wulkin.** "...I'm in no rush to figure out this mystery, however." **She would then say.** "I'd rather take the time to turn this into a learning experience, as opposed to doing everything by myself." **She would then motion a hand for the younger of the pair to step closer.**

"Now then— lets begin by understanding this circle. We hypothesize this is for Conjuration, the likely case, and we can further interpret multiple participants were involved. When it comes to rituals like these, each individual has some role to play... Those who draw the being forth, and those who bind it." **She would look to Wulkin now.** "Meaning you need Abjurers _and_ Conjures present." **Soleil clarified for Wulkin in case he didn't initially catch on.**

**Giving Wulkin a moment to digest the information given, Soleil would take a moment to study the man, reading his body language and expressions as they conversed. There was more to this experience than what meets the eye, but that wasn't for her to deliberate on. She was more interested in talking about magic— its understanding and teaching of it was practically her life's purpose after all.**

"Our goal for the next..." **She would briefly ponder the time frame, before shrugging.** "...Lets say week or more, is to have you practice Abjuration using _this_ circle." **She would motion her hand to the eight stone pillars which surrounded them.** "This'll be the framework towards teaching you basic Abjuration magic. As you are an Evoker, it is necessary to have a strong defensive paired with your offensive skills. Knowing how to ward and bind will not only assist you in protecting yourself, but also exorcise beings which do not belong in this realm." 

**She would finally take a breath— for a small, and typically quiet woman, she loved to run her mouth off when it came to all things arcane. A tell towards her deep love and passion for the arts.** 

"But before we can even start using the circle, you need to learn some fundamentals." **The She-Elf would say.** "Lets start by teaching you a spell any versed caster should know, _"Shield."_ Enlighten me, Wulkin, when you evoke, what sort of sensation do you feel?" **She now asked the young caster, giving him a moment to think— as well as giving herself a moment of respite before continuing in her lecture.**
Tabatha
Wulkin ensured not to interrupt the Yellow Mage as she explained the nature of the situation, and despite the barrage of information Wulkin hung by every word, carefully cataloging them in the new shelf which his mind formed just for this occasion. He followed her closely, tracking every gesture she made, and ensuring that none of her points were lost. 

 For now, he had no questions. The explanation was clear, and though he had never practiced these schools of magic Wulkin had a grasp of the fundamentals and therefore had no problem deciphering what Soleil was saying. He was very interested in this lesson, and the fact that it tied to the mystery at hand was also very convenient. 

 The mention of a strong defense did make Wulkin feel a slight embarrassment, he even clutched his scarred arm but said nothing to it. His parents revolved around straightforwardness, and in a way so did Wulkin, though he was not confrontational in the traditional sense his magic on the other hand was, even his most recognized spell amongst his peers was the Sunbeam. It was almost ironic that a man so reserved as him would be so proficient in attack magic.

When Wulkin heard the question of the sensation that came with Envokation magic, he took the moment Soliel gave him to ponder it. A few feelings came to mind when casting his spells, nothing particularly righteous like chivalry or a need to protect others, but rather... Rage. Or spite. He never spoke out his true feelings, not as often as he wished, and he bottled those up and spilled them into his magic. It was advised not to use anger as your magic well for, oftentimes, you might drown in it, but Wulkin did and so he told Soliel. 

 "Anger." He clutched his scarred arm. "Not towards anyone in particular, not even towards my opponents, but it is the rage I feel when I evoke. I do not let it cloud my mind, I keep it leashed so it is focused... But even though it is useful, I see it's dangerous. It is like a Wyvern." 

 Lurk roared from somewhere close by, adding to his point.
Alan
**Soleil would happily listen to what Wulkin would describe. When he remarked the feelings of anger, she sensed that Wulkin might have difficulties in regards to the arts of Abjuration. While Evocation was the art of creation, Abjuration was the art of negation; it was the total antithesis of Evocation. However, if Wulkin could manage his emotions, he may have the chance of becoming an exceptional Abjurer.**

"Magic is oftentimes influenced by one's emotions." **She would say.** "Are you versed with my works? The feelings you describe would be a '_Sharp_ Pitch'." **Soleil would say in brief, before beginning her lecture with Wulkin.** "I've theorized magic has three axioms. Its Hue, its Pitch, and its Weave. There's also Intensity, a fourth characteristic if you wish to consider it. I've described these to provide new mages a way to more easily grasp how to manipulate arcana." **Pausing to let Wulkin digest this introduction, she would use the opportunity to evoke her magic.** "Yellow Hue. Sharp Pitch. Tight Weave." **She would audibly state, before raising a hand up slowly, aiming a little outside the druidic magic circle.** `"Mold Earth."` **Utilizing Transmutation magics, she would raise some earth to create the shape of a "Table" And two mounts to act as seats. Pacing towards her construction, she would take a seat on one of the earth mounds she rose. She gestured for Wulkin to sit across from her.** "These explanations may take awhile. Have a seat."

**Whether the pupil Chronicler wished to sit or not was to him, but regardless whether he accepted her invitation or not she would continue her lecture.**

"Lets start with Hue. Although you cannot see it, the different schools of magic possess each their own colours, sometimes of varying degrees. As a Diviner, I've learned how to 'see' these colours, however when it comes to particularly powerful spells, even the untrained eye can see a working's true colours. The magic I used to raise these earthen seats and table possesses a Yellow Hue, often associated with either the schools of Transmutation or the school of Biomancy. For Evocation, the colour I oftentimes observe is Red. Meanwhile, Abjuration would be blue. I believe these colours are tied to emotions experienced by the casters, or, by magic itself. Blue is a calming colour, where as red is a provoking one. For the sake of our lessons here today, we'll only discuss Evocation and Abjuration in-depth when applying these concepts."

**She would move on to the second axiom,** "The next axis, the Pitch. From what I have observed, there are three categories: Flat, Natural, and Sharp. Magic that is Flat is disruptive, while magic that is Sharp is constructive. You can consider Natural to be the middle ground, the "Neutral" Pitch before and after magic has been manipulated." **She took a pause in brief to see if Wulkin was still listening, not wanting him to nod off and fall asleep yet.** "Lets use Evocation as an example again. Evocation naturally possesses a Sharp Pitch." **She would snap her fingers to cast Thaumaturgy, creating a candle flam at the tip of her gloved finger.** "A Sharp Pitch revolves around observing, and manipulating reality to create. When you cast a Fireball, or Cone of Cold, you are sharpening magic in order to evoke these spells. Naturally, that means a Flat Pitch is to observe and deconstruct magic." **The flame would snuff itself out, leaving behind smoke.** "Abjurers utilize workings with a flat pitch to ward off magic. It's also used to bind and restrict magic sources— You and I, Wulkin, are sources of magic too. So is every living being. It's why common folk who have no magical inclination still get stopped by wardings— we all have latent magic potential. Some of us to different degrees of course."

**Now she moved to the last axiom,** "Lastly, Weave. The Weave of magic is its permanence. We can categorize this in three ways... Loose, Tight, and Locked. A Loose Weave has minimal lasting effects. Evokers cast utilizing a Loose Weave as their magic exists but within a fleeting moment. It's cost effective this way, and less taxing on the body. Evocation magic comes and it goes. A Tight Weave has more permanence, as workings like these often last for a long time. Abjuration makes use of both Loose and Tight Weaves, as Wardings can either be used for within the moment or for over a long period of time. Lastly, a Locked Weave is a true permanent change to our observed reality. The School of Transmutation, where they transform one thing into another is a school which specializes in Locked Weaves. Locking a Weave is transitional from a Tight Weave into a Locked one. These raised earthen mounds utilize a Tight Weave to raise, but once they've settled they may as well be considered Locked."

**Now that she described the three axioms, she would get to the relevant points for Wulkin.** "Now then, I describe all this because the school you specialize in, Evocation, possess workings primarily of a Red Hue, Sharp Pitch, and Loose Weave. Abjuration magic is the complete opposite. Blue Hue, Flat Pitch, and Tight Weave." **She would pause a moment, taking a breath.** "...This is all to say that the reason you find yourself to excel at Evocation is due to the emotions you feel. Anger naturally is a provoking and volatile emotion. When you observe magic with anger, it's only natural that the results would be destructive. If you desire to become versed with Abjuration, you need to learn how to steel your emotions and be calm." 

**Having finished now, she would take a finger and draw it onto the dirt of the risen earthen table. She would draw a circle into it for Wulkin to observe.** "When casting `Shield` you're going to want to think about drawing a circle around yourself. Make the circle too big, it'll be brittle and break easily. Make the circle too small, you may accidentally protrude outside your barrier. Standard for me is the distance of your wingspan." **She would extend both her arms outwards.** "Right about this far." **Soleil then lowered her hands.** "Lets begin practicing, shall we?" **The Yellow Mage stood up, before dusting her backside off as dirt clung to her cloak.**

**She'd pace away from the earth seatings and table.** "Find the distance of where your warding should be. Think about what I described earlier as well— the Hue, Pitch, and Weave. The `Shield` working utilizes a Blue Hue, Flat Pitch, and _Loose_ Weave. If you made the working Tight, and attempted to maintain it, it would be more taxing. Although it is perfectly possible, for the sake of this exercise we only want to hold a ward for seconds at most." **Just when she was about to pause, she made one last inclusion.** "And remember Yonn. Magic is manipulated by its observer. Do not cast with anger. Be calm." 

**Now, finally finishing, she would simply observe and listen to anything Wulkin had to share. She knew what she provided would probably overload most people, but she trusted an academic like him would manage the bombardment of new information.**
Tabatha
Despite believing himself as quite the scholar, Wulkin found himself needing a moment to digest all that teaching. The theory was sound, and he had seen evidence of its existence in the works of other scholars in the various fields of magic, but hearing it in-depth was more lengthy than he expected it to be. Then again, coming from someone as learned as Soliel it made sense that the explanation would be as detailed as one could make it. He felt a bit of pride knowing that not many would ever experience such knowledge, but he also felt a tad worried about being able to implement the said knowledge. 

 He knew what she spoke of, he had seen signs of it in his magic, the deep red hue was prevalent in his spell casting, and the sharp pitch and the weave were noticed, but he had never considered it. Despite his proficiency in Evocation, Wulkin rarely had an altercation in which he had to cast spells, a few monsters here and there, but nothing a sword could not dispatch. 

 But he had to try. Soliel the Yellow Mage had taken an interest in him, to fail her hand would be insulting.

 Wulkin rose to his feet and walked a distance away from Soliel. He had no fear that a wrong cast would harm the High-elf, more that he wanted some space to work with. *Blue hue, Flat Pitch, and Loose Weave* He repeated the words internally and stretched out his hand. He had seen Shield, it was a simple spell, yet he found himself struggling even to imagine the concept. 

 The Red Hue still surrounded his mind, he could feel the well of untouched rage boiling at the edge of his conscience. Why did such a thing exist in his mind? What warranted its presence in him? He had no true reason to feel this rage... He was calm. He was controlled.

The Hue began to change, diluting from bright red to a smoldering purple and finally a calm sensational blue. He could hear the Pitch settle down from a Sharp song to a Flat mellow tune, and he felt the Loose Weaves of mana tighten to his command. He felt the magic around him being manipulated by his will, and though he feared sourcing from calmness rather than anger, Wulkin pushed forward and used two fingers to draw a circle in the air before uttering the word. "**Shield.**"

 The air before him shimmered as the magic answered his command, and when Wulkin opened his eyes he saw the Abjuration shield hovering in front of him. He turned to Soliel with genuine surprise across his face, he expected it to, quite literally, blow up in his face, but the shield remained floating there for a few seconds before shimmering out of existence.

 "I... I did it. I actually did it. Thank you, Lady Soleil." He added her title, she deserved it more than ever now.
Alan
**Soleil would observe in silent study as she watched the young pupil expand his mind and produce a shimmering shield. She would simply give him a smile, before providing a nod of affirmation.** "You're a fast learner, Wulkin." **Soleil would say, providing the young Chronicler all the more praise.** "But, you've merely just begun." **She would then add.** 

**The Yellow Mage would begin to pace, slowly walking around Wulkin in a circle.** "Lets apply a stress test to your warding. If you made it correctly, it should be strong enough to handle the impact of whatever I throw at it." **As she paced, she began to lapse her hands over top one another.** 

**She then had began to incant audibly.** "Yellow Hue. Sharp Pitch. Tight Weave." **As she spoke, the atmosphere grew just a little heavier. Where Wulkin imagined the axioms of magic, she made the axioms part of her incantation. Words possess power, and their addition made magic all the more potent.**

**Slowly she began to part her hands.** `"Create Water"` **From between her palms, water would collect from the atmosphere itself. The High-Elf's hands would pull further and further as this orb of water began to amass— 10 gallons worth of water hovered in the air, before it visibly began to shrink, collapsing into itself. Soleil would bring her hands together slowly once more as she had condensed the orb of water in between the palm of her hands. The water pressure building exponentially— waiting to be released and explode outwards.**

`"Control Water."` **She would add to her series of incantations, as now she held this orb of condensed water in between her palms. Her eyes met with Wulkin's as she was ready to release this force at the Chronicler.**

"Prepare yourself Wulkin. And, don't fret over wet clothes." 

**Giving Wulkin a moment, she would then slowly cock her head towards her left, using his exposed right eye to aim.** "Now then..."

`"Release."` **Crushing the orb of water, a jet of pressurized water would spray at Wulkin! If he hadn't reacted quick enough, or his warding was far too brittle, he would end up getting swept by the force of the water! However, if his ward held true, the stream of wated unleashed would part around his barrier, spraying everything around Wulkin but not himself.**
Tabatha
Wulkin rarely cursed, he rarely let his emotions be shown because he believed it would give people an upper hand, but as he watched the Yellow Mage create water so she could test out the strength of his shield, his eyes widened in shock before he muttered a quiet "Shit."

 Wulkin quickly recreated the sensation in his mind, pushing aside his emotions before drawing a circle in the air. His spell shimmered into existence, a transparent shield accompanied by the arcane runes, and he felt it would hold for the duration of Soliel's spell. Unfortunately, that confidence vanished the moment the magical torrent of water collided with the shield. He gritted his teeth and poured more mana into the spell, but he felt himself change the weave, and then it shattered.

 The water slapped Wulkin off his feet and he rolled through the dirt till the water stopped coming. He coughed out the water that got into his mouth as he stumbled to his feet, Lurk dropped beside him and helped him up with his tail, but still laughed at his wet form. 

 "I believe that was a good test," He told Soliel, smacking the dirt off his body with Lurk's help. "What do you think?"
Alan
**Soleil couldn't help but grimace watching Wulkin get sent off his feet and into the dirt— his body getting both wet and dirty. She couldn't help feel a guilty, before releasing a awkward chuckle.** "Ahaha... Yes! Good test!" **She would raise a hand and scratch the back of her head, before attempting to compose herself. She would audibly clear her throat before making a sweeping hand movement at Wulkin's direction. The water she sprayed him with would pull off the young apprentice's form, before being cast aside to wet the grass nearby. The mud which had stained him would travel with the water, leaving him in a less dirty predicament, and would make cleaning the stains out just a little easier.**

**Soleil let out a hefty sigh.** "For a first try, I say you did... _Ok_ at best." **Soleil would sugarcoat it a bit, but Wulkin didn't need to know that.** "However, we don't accept mediocrity— we expect _excellence._" **She would pace towards him, gazing upon him with her yellow eyes.** "You _will_ be excellent, Wulkin. Perhaps you aren't now, but I guarantee I will make an exceptional Abjurer out of you. I believe in my students and their potential to do great things." 

**She would then take a deep breath before speaking once more.** "We will reconvene in three days. Between now and then, you will practice `Shield`. When I see you next, I expect you to withstand a little water." **She would lay her expectation and her goal for Wulkin.** "Once you've done that, we will move onto a new incantation. By the end of this, you will be able to operate the Druid Circle."

**Soleil would then stretch her arms, making a slight grunt before yawning.** "It's been a long day. It's about time I retire. Do you have any questions before I embark?"
Tabatha
Wulkin did not show his wince at that assessment, because he knew it was true. He was a trained magician after all, so perfecting this spell should have been more than easy... Then again, he was only proficient in one school. Good at it too. So he still had that pride, though he made sure not to have his ego disregard Soliel's teachings. 

 He was now her student, a title he had not expected today, nor ever really. Which meant amongst his peers he might have the most potential to rise from his current rank, he could master more spells, conduct more research, and be trusted with more dangerous missions for the Guild.

 He found himself fighting a grin as he bowed respectfully to his new teacher. He has many questions, most about topics which had nothing to do with magic, most about her travels and life so far, but from her yawn and mention of retiring Wulkin decides it is best to have those questions another time. For now he asked the most important one; "How am I to find you again?"