<b>Re: The Magician's Apprentice (Leaquad, Qedesha, doom)</b><br/><br/>Tabitha Weaver clung to the front of her skirts, unheeding the rumpling of her new hooped gown. The new corset was uncomfortable, poking her in umfamiliar ways, but she had to admit that it was a dress that matched her form in attractiveness. A pale, oval face surrounded by flaming red ringlets that escaped the silly lace cap that fashion insisted she wear. The fifteen-year-old's figure was still forming, but she had enough bosom to fill the bodice distractingly, and a flat enough waist and wide-enough hips to help her dress flare out over the hoops to its full potential. The shimmering green dress with white trim stood out against the grey background of the docks tavern.<br/><br/>It was the bawdy, dirty surroundings that really made her nervous. Privilege still held sway in London, and nothing more than an upper class accusation was still quite sufficient to have someone from the lower classes incarcerated... and she was dressed comfortably enough to appear to be upper-class... but this was edging into a place where there were few authorities around to direct the accusation through. The magus glyph pinned to her bodice was more protection... only a fool challenged a serious practitioner, even from the white school, no matter what their age.<br/><br/>She glanced around, lurking outside the tavern, hoping to see someone else who might be on a similar task. The cold air, and the adrenaline in her body, made her shiver.