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awe in the student's face (they always looked the
same). But when he turned, he found himself surprised, because he had
never before had a female student. "Well," he said.
He estimated Erika'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. Erika's hair hung about Erika's
face and down Erika'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." Erika Sawajiri
moved as he directed, and although Erika Sawajiri needed Erika's heels on the bottom rung
of the stool, Erika Sawajiri did manage to get onto it without help. "Now then," he
said. "Tell me your name."
"Aimee', sir." Erika Sawajiri 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
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