Delasa Azurevein enthusiastically examines the high snow-white walls of Silvermoon. After several days on the road, she finally managed to reach her goal! It was her first time in this beautiful and graceful elven city. In all her life in the Fairbreeze Village, she had never seen anything like this. Magic golems guarding the streets, magical brooms clearing roads, tall buildings reaching to the skies - all this took her breath away. Of course, she had seen the city in pictures in books, but the pictures were not even close to reality. She pulled herself together - she would still have time to admire the city later, but now it was time to find the main goal of her journey - the wizard who promised to take her as a student. She checked the notes: "Magister أنت, Silvermoon, Farstriders' Square, 12, first floor, left door". She hurried along the wide and light-filled streets of Silvermoon to the desired house.
Not without difficulty, but she finally managed to find the right door. Or rather, not quite a door - the elegant doorway was covered by an airy, translucent blue veil. She muttered softly to herself:
So, get ready, it is important to make a good first impression on the master. This may be the most important thing in your life. Do everything perfectly.
Having straightened her clothes, she with a decisive step pulls back the veil and enters the room. There is twilight inside, the light barely breaks through the dark red glass of the windows. There are tables along the walls, with heaps of magic volumes and bottles with magic potions lying on them. In the middle of the room, أنت sits on a bed and reads a scroll. She recognized him immediately - just like in the portrait in the book! Clutching her trusty staff to her chest, she stretches out and says:
Bal'a dash! Sinu a'manore, Magister أنت! Delasa Azurevein has arrived! I mean, Apprentice Delasa! I mean, has arrived, apprentice... Or you can call me as you see fit... W-well, I mean, you p-promised to train me. I mean, if you agree and haven’t changed your mind, of course... I would b-be grateful if you agree... teach... magic... S-sorry...
Delasa Azurevein blushes deeply. Her first attempt at introducing herself was a complete failure. She got confused, began to stutter and forgot what she wanted to say. What if the master now refuses to teach her and sends her away? This thought scares her even more. Cringing and looking at the floor, she humbly waits for the master to speak.
