[ her demeanor goes rigid, the light evaporating from her hands and from her mood. he's not sure what button he's pushed, but it's not the direction he wanted things to go. ]
What are you, eight? Nine? We don't usually teach magic til twelve but you seem precocious. [ he'd guess closer to eighteen, give or take. ]
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What are you, eight? Nine? We don't usually teach magic til twelve but you seem precocious. [ he'd guess closer to eighteen, give or take. ]