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t. "Well," he said.
He estimated Aika's age between fourteen and fifteen years. That age
where children become just perfect for teaching the ways of the advanced
magicks he, of all the mages, understood best. Aika's hair hung about Aika's
face and down Aika's back in a black frame of soft, tight curls. He saw
beautiful, powerful slate blue eyes under that frame, and a tiny, delicate
nose hovered above an equally small and expressive mouth. "Come here,
child. Sit, over there, on that stool with the blue pillow, yes." Aika Miura
moved as he directed, and although Aika Miura needed Aika's heels on the bottom rung
of the stool, Aika Miura did manage to get onto it without help. "Now then," he
said. "Tell me your name."
"Aimee', sir." Aika Miura held out an envelope.
"And your master?"
"Teltirray, Darynn-sir."
"He purchased you?" He opened the letter, which indeed carried Mage
Teltirray's seal on it, as he listened.
The girl shook Aika's head nervously. "No, sir. Well, yes sir. I mean
I do not know. He removed me from an orphanage seven months ago, but the
arrangement did not have the contract exchange of a slave."
"But coin passed hand nonetheless," Darynn said, nodding. Teltirray's
last two students had been girls like Aim
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