Chapter 28
“What do you mean ‘he left’?!” Angeline sends an icy glare up at the mage-physician as she clenches her fists in anger. “I TOLD YOU to keep him HERE until I CAME FOR HIM!”
Patrick holds up his hands to display his innocence as he pushes his back harder against the cold stone wall of the infirmary. “L-like I said, Angie! Ruthie was granted permission to show Samuel around! And she’s the Eminent this year, you know? She probably asked that old geezer to allow it.”
The golden-haired caster’s eyes go wide for a moment, and she shoots her hands forward to grip the front of his robes tightly in her fists. “WHERE did they GO?!”
“T-the, uh…” wincing behind his wire frames, the bespectacled male tries to remember what he’d overheard. Something about breads? And, uhm…. soup? “S-somewhere to eat, I suppose? They only left five minutes ago…” he waits for a count of three, then glances to the hands at his chest before looking back up. “T-that’s all I know, Angie. I swear!”
Snorting out a breath of anger, the blue-eyed femme whirls around, and stalks out of the hospice. DAMNIT. Damned little Ruthie! How in the Hell did she pick up the Eminent-ranking this year? She’d always been near the bottom of their subjects… always just a little book-worm that hated practical applications.
Angeline stomps across the courtyard, shaking her head slowly, and wonders how in Hell the brown-haired harpy had overcome her chronic shyness in order to be the head of her year. The mage-trainees were typically tossed into each subject in three-year groups, just to make sure that all of the kids knew everyone around them, and were practicing the same types of spells. Ruthie was two years back of her own, but it was easy to remember the really small girl with the flat chest sulking by herself in the corner…
Was it the Elements course? Had little Ruthie finally managed to control her fear of fire? Or perhaps she found the multiple uses of ice easier to handle? Those were the only two that were in wide-spread use in terms of being able to conjure them from air. Earth-users were rather rare nowadays, though the spells in that classification were great for boxing a weaker Daemon in. Water spells were practically useless against one of the Hellions, unless you wanted to turn a sandy area into quick-sand, then freeze it solid for an easy kill. Electricity could stun one of the beasts for a short while, but the amount of Power it used was obscene…
The golden-haired woman frowns and scratches her head as she stops at the first street of the compound’s small-yet-bustling town. Eateries, huh? There were only five restaurants… and then, only two were any decent. If they wanted a free meal, they could eat up in the garrison’s dining-hall… but that evening’s dinner was still hours away yet, so the best you could do there was get some cold soup and stale bread… but it was Ruthie, and she would be trying to impress Samuel… hmm…
Even though using magicks within the town was frowned upon, she gathers her power, pushes her will towards the ground under her feet, and starts to rapidly ascend into the air as she searches for her companion in the outlaying streets. Maybe that little flat-chested short-stack had picked up the slack in the binding course. Hilda was a perfect example of how precise and powerful a mage wielding those types of spells could be. They possessed their little quirks, of course, as all willpower-based-casts had. But the benefits were that they’d never break, and the casting-time was nearly half as much as an element-based attack. But a magick-user that relied on binding-type spells needed to have a strong mind… hmm… that somewhat resembled little Ruthie… but not quite…
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