The young Kal'Dorei stood stock still, nostrils flaring slightly with each slow deliberate breath while she watched her 'mentor' idly peruse her assignment. The highborn elf loved to drag things out, knowing that patience was not the strongest of her virtues. Nyssea's teeth ground together and she schooled herself to calm even though the wretched woman made it difficult. The only outward sign of her growing frustration was the way her hand gripped the long teal braid that hung over her shoulder and down all the way to her waist. The Night Elf forced herself to remember that this was an opportunity to be among the first mages reintroduced to her people and that despite her attitude Aszanti was one of the best teachers she could have hoped for. It had become her mantra because gods knew the other woman did not make it easy.<br/><br/><br/>The critique of her assignment had the elf gripping her braid even more tightly. Before coming here she had considered herself a calm, even-tempered person but now she seemed constantly on the edge of something; anger, frustration, depression... even fear. She could not return to Darnassus a failure. Nyssea had shown aptitude in arcane magic but apparently her people's idea of talent fell far short of the highborn's lofty expectations. It was discouraging. She thought for certain that this assignment was approaching perfect. Fingers came up to rub her strained eyes. She had been up late checking and rechecking every aspect for its accuracy. The silvery skin flushed a shade under the heavy gaze of the highborn elf. Aszanti had that affect on more people than just her. That haughty stare made sure those that did not need to be close to her stayed out of her way. She seemed to revel in that power. Nyssea had never enjoyed it being directed at her.<br/><br/><br/>Staring at the floor, hand flexing at her long braid, Nyssea was caught off guard by the sudden slamming of the glass and the command to explain herself. the sound seemed deafening in the perpetual silence of the library. Swallowing nervously, she girl cleared her throat.<span style="color: #00ff80">"I am sorry that you find my efforts lacking Miss Tal'Sindar, but I assure you that I do take this very seriously."</span>The thought of the woman getting fed up and sending her away clearly worried her. It was written all over her pretty face before the expression shifted into one of grim determination.<span style="color: #00ff80">"May I please inquire as to what way I failed to measure up?"</span>Her luminous eyes lifted to meet those of her teacher and she waited silently for the next belittling tirade to begin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>