It had no imperfections; indeed in places it looked too perfect, gleaming and smooth.It had no imperfections; indeed in places it looked too perfect, gleaming and smooth. Its eyes shone with a strange yellow light. The ears looked elven, wide at the base and pointed towards the top. As it regarded me it smiled, the silver flowing like it was quickened. "Darryn." "You... you know me?" "Indeed I do," the creature replied. "I am Desa Megass, or at least, what you will see of me." It chuckled deeply. "In good truth, I sleep many miles from here. My spirit houses this form while the other sleeps. In here, I cannot do magic, but that is no matter. I find the world of the children exciting, and the beauty and song I hear here I weave into the waking magics of my Dragonself." It picked up a stone chair like a feather and placed it down before me, then sat down and joined me. "Now then, Darryn, tell me what brings you here." I told him, Aimee'. I told him everything. Of my hopeless love for the Satyr Thomorr, of the magics he had taught me, of his sending me here. The tale took over two hours. When I was done, Desa nodded. "You are what I have been looking for, and I am in Thomorr's debt for the gift he has sent me." "Gift?" "Yes," Desa nodded. "Although I cannot do magic in this shape, Darryn, I can still teach it. I can still guide students who need learning. I have a... a failure, I fear. Perhaps you can help me change that." "Sir?" "Quiet, Darryn. You are my apprentice now." I thrilled to hear that, Aimee', to be told by this magical being that it had accepted me as an apprentice. I glanced to the window where Kirustan leaned, casually. He grinned at me, as if amused. I wondered what his role' was in Desa's existence, and if I was staking a claim to something he felt he already possessed. Nevertheless, he seemed earnestly pleased to hear of my acceptance. "Yes, sir." "I have several apprentices, Darryn. You are to. |