Nyssea tugged the thick braid again and dropped her gaze to the floor. The soft tone was harder to handle than the anger. It reminded her of her mother's tone whenever the night elf was disappointed in her daughter... Which was often. Despite the leaders of her people seeing the wisdom in if, Nussea's mother saw nothing but a stupid risk that could only promise ruin. Eyebrows furrowed when she heard the clink of glass landing on the small table and her gaze darted up, surprised to see the highborn had smashed the glass and in the process embedded several shards in her hand.<br/><br/>The mention of arcane blast. Of course it had to be that part. It had been late and was the only question she had not triple checked. Teeth ground together and in her mind the apprentice Mage cursed her foolishness. Stepping forward, the elf pushed the teal braid over her shoulder and leaned down to flip pages with fumbling fingers. The soft, caring tone was strange and Nyssea kept herself tense, expecting some manner of trick. It would not be the first time that Aszanti had doled out a heavy handed punishment in response to the Night Elf's misstep.<br/><br/>The tirade was expected and even though on the inside she seethed, Nyssea gave no outward sign of her frustrated she found the ranting lesson. Her mouth opened to retort, finally having hit her limit when her mind called a halt. She knew the answer was eight. Of course it was eight... She had known that before she had began her apprenticeship. With an arched brow her bright eyes scanned the page, running over the equation. The answer was eight, the equation was right. So why in the nether had she written ten?! Maybe Aszanti was right about her being aggressively mediocre. The fight went out of her, turning inward to chastise herself for such a foolish oversight.<br/><br/>Slumping into the offered seat, the lithe elf was pouting adorably when her mentor mentioned the offer... And called her Nys. It was as if time stopped and Nyssea was left to try and figure out what was actually happening. Something was definitely up, the pet name seemed definitely as out of place as the caring tone and talk of the offer seemed like another trap.<span style="color: #00ff80">"Miss Tal'Sindar, forgive me but I-I did not give it much honest thought."</span>The was a lie, it had been debated at length and had been a constant distraction since the older elf had brought it up.<span style="color: #00ff80">"I only assumed that it was a test to see if I would take an easy alternative. I will do the work, shortcuts benefit neither my training nor you reputation."</span><br/><br/>The thought of offending her mentor seemed like career suicide and Nyssea quickly added<span style="color: #00ff80">"however, if that is not the case I am extremely flattered."</span>The blush returned to her pale cheeks with a vengeance, leaving the young elf fidgeting and pointedly ignoring eye contact. The braid was back in her grasp, both slender hands tugging at it in a clear show of her anxiety.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>