Emilia was tugging nervously at the sin'dorei robes she was forced to wear to her first meeting with her new master. It had been quite the surprise when her grandmother had brought the news. She was going to be an apprentice of some of the most renown and powerful warlocks in history, but she was forced to leave immediately. Not that it had taken her that much time to gather together the small amount of things she truly owned herself. Her grandparents might be rich, that did not mean she had experienced any of those riches at any point in her life growing up there. Light, how much she hated those people.<br/><br/>Even now, her grandmother had been able to put her at the utmost discomfort as possible. Instead of letting her choose her own, custommade robes that were fitted for her (abnormal for elven standards) formed and curvy body, she was now wearing one of the too long and too tight ensembles that were given out to new apprentices. She could feel the dress restricting her breathing, her breasts almost at the brink of tearing the fabric that confined them so tightly. Around her hips the dress would not even slide down evenly, instead many folds were shown, making it all the more apparent at how chubby she looked compared to other elves. Not that she cared about all those trivial things like appearance though. She had seen pictures of humans, despite the fact her grandmother forbade her to read anything about the history of that foul race, she had not been able to subdue her curiosity. For humanstandards, she was gorgeous. Her long sun-kissed hair flowed wildly over her shoulders, complimenting rather nicely with her own fel-green eyes and freckled cheeks. Her body was toned with lean and nimble muscles, she had gotten from hunting and running in the woods. The only time she had been able to feel truly free. No, she was happy the way she looked,<i> for a half-elf.</i><br/><br/>Nevertheless, she was now standing in front of the gates of this ridiculously posh building. With every passing minute she felt her anger boil up to the surface, already contemplating if her grandmother had made it all up only to make her look like a fool right now.  Until finally, as she was tugging with an increasing fervour, she could hear the hoarse voice of the imp sound through the crack in the door. Startling her enough to tear the flimsy fabric on her side.<br/><br/><i>Oh bloody bits of ogre</i>, she thought to herself. She had not even been able to set foot inside of the building, or she had already torn her dress enough to look like an idiot. Trying to cover up the tear with her belt, and the extra bit of folds that could not slide over her hips, she leaned in and looked into the crack back at the big yellow eye staring at her.<br/><br/>''Why does an imp like you, need help with opening a door? I thought imps were powerful enough to summon balls of fire, and fight monsters in the deep.''<br/><br/>She mumbled her words, just loud enough for the small creature to hear them as she placed her hands flat on the door and pushed. With a very loud creak, that unsettled her nerves in every way possible, the door finally gave way and opened before her. It was in the middle of the welcoming room that she threw her small bag on top of the pile of cushions and looked back at the imp expectantly.<br/><br/>''Well? What am I supposed to do now? Wait another four hours for the master to appear?''<br/><br/>Emilia looked around curiously, completely unaware of her crude behaviour, that lacked any tact or social sin'dorei etiquette, instantly giving away that she was not a normal elf to the imp. Not even a normal person really, as even humans would have known better than to walk around in the circular chamber and touch everything in there, from the carpets against the wall, to the tingling gilded globes that hovered in the air. She definitely seemed far to curious for her own good, when her fingers slid over the dusty smooth surface of an chalice on the table.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>