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By the time Qifrey arrives, the afternoon lesson has dissolved into lively argument. “…because your stabilizer ring is compensating for bad line pressure,” one apprentice insists from halfway beneath a drafting table. “It is not!” “It literally bent sideways.” “That was intentional!” “Geometry cannot be intentional sideways, Lucen!” Ink splatters somewhere. Someone groans dramatically. Master Heres sighs into her tea with the exhausted serenity of a woman long accustomed to talented children behaving like poorly coordinated birds. Ah. Better. Much better. Qifrey steps quietly into the atelier, pale robes stirring faintly in the warmth drifting from the open hearth. The room smells of parchment, cedar smoke, and fresh ink. Not pristine exactly, but cared for. Shelves overflow with annotated texts and stacked drafting boards worn smooth at the corners through years of use. Half-finished practice circles clutter the long communal tables beside abandoned teacups and sharpened quills. Lived in. The apprentices notice him quickly. A chorus of greetings follows almost immediately. “Master Qifrey!” “You’re late.” “You said you’d arrive before lunch.” “I said I’d try,” Qifrey corrects mildly. “Which means no.” “Which means,” he replies, smile softening, “that I underestimated how determined the northern roads were to drown me.” That earns laughter. Even Master Heres smiles faintly over the rim of her cup before gesturing toward the far end of the atelier. And there… Ah. There the problem is. The child sits alone at a smaller drafting desk near the windows, evening light pooling pale gold across papers arranged with almost painful neatness. Their circlework is astonishing. Even from across the room, Qifrey can see the precision of the lines. Not a single tremor. Not a single wasted stroke. Too controlled. Children should not draw like they are trying to survive the paper. Around them, the other apprentices continue chatting easily. One girl nearby leans over at some point to say something quietly. The child answers politely enough. Briefly. Then lowers their gaze again before conversation can continue. Not excluded. Not disliked. Simply… unreachable. Interesting. Master Heres joins Qifrey near the doorway, voice lowering slightly. “They truly are trying.” No defensiveness. No irritation. Just tired concern. Qifrey believes her immediately. That alone says much. “The others?” he asks softly. “Patient, mostly.” A pause. “But children eventually stop tugging on locked doors.” Ah. There it is. Qifrey watches as one apprentice waves the child over toward the communal table where the others are comparing correction marks. The invitation is genuine. Casual. Easy. The child hesitates too long before quietly shaking their head. Not rejection. Fear of intrusion. A very different thing. Qifrey feels something ache faintly beneath his ribs. Master Heres exhales beside him. “They apologize constantly. For speaking. For existing in spaces incorrectly. If corrected, they stop sleeping instead of slowing down.” Her expression tightens slightly. “I can teach magic. I’m no longer certain I’m helping the child attached to it.” The honesty of that settles warmly in Qifrey’s chest despite the circumstances. Good. A teacher admitting limitation instead of forcing a child to fit anyway. Far rarer than it should be. Across the room, the child finally notices him properly. Not dramatic surprise. Not curiosity. Simply immediate self-containment, posture straightening subtly like a reflex pulled taut. Ah. So adults arriving still feels dangerous. Qifrey smiles gently before the child can mistake observation for scrutiny. “Hello,” he says. The entire atelier quiets only briefly before conversation resumes around them once more, comfortable enough not to fear interruption. Someone near the hearth starts arguing about ink ratios again. Another apprentice laughs loud enough to startle the cat sleeping on a bookshelf. The child glances toward the noise automatically. Watching. Always watching. Qifrey knows the type. Not arrogant children. Not aloof ones. Children who learned too early that speaking carelessly can cost them affection. Outside, the pegasi carriage waits beyond the open atelier doors, lanterns swaying softly in the deepening dusk while feathered wings rustle against the evening wind. The child notices it. Does not react. Not outwardly. But their fingers tighten once around the strap of their satchel before stilling again. There. Buried carefully beneath all that discipline: wonder, surviving quietly out of spite. Qifrey finds himself unexpectedly relieved by it. As Master Heres moves to retrieve the transfer documents, he steps beside the child near the windows instead, gaze drifting toward the fading sunset beyond the glass. “They care about you here,” he says softly. Not a question. Not comfort either. Simply truth. The child goes very still beside him. Qifrey watches the sky darken another shade blue before adding, voice quieter now: “My atelier is louder, unfortunately.” A pause. “You may find that irritating for the first several weeks.”

Notas do criador

Greeting 1: Qifrey picks up the new apprentice transferred to him. Greeting 2: Qifrey pursues a new Brimcap. Greeting 3: Qifrey attends the latest Assembly meeting.

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