AIMEE' Chapter V ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Darryn looked up from his desk.AIMEE' Chapter V ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Darryn looked up from his desk. Aimee' had entered without knocking this time, just as he had asked, and was now scanning his bookshelves at a furious rate. He cast a small spell to examine the titles she was looking at, paying attention to the ones she lingered over. He frowned when he noticed most of them were healing spells. Still, if that was what she needed, she had every right to copy and learn them. She selected one and pulled it down, reading through it. He paid her little attention, dedicating himself to the spellbook before him on the table; the way of Deists and their spells was still beyond his ken, although he now understood some of what the Essentialists did. He looked up once in a while, noticed her penquill flying at that furious rate that even he envied in her, then returned his attentions to his studies. The next time he looked up she had fallen asleep in her chair, her personal spellbook open but lying across her chest. He rose from his desk and walked over to her. "Aimee'?" he said, touching her shoulder. "Huh?" she said, startling awake. "Oh, sir. Forgive me. I just... needed to rest." He nodded and patted his hand on the shoulder he touched. "That is perfectly okay, Aimee', I understand." He smiled at her. "So, no more storms at Bethsany's place, right?" She shook her head. "No, sir. I've got it under control now, I think." "Good," he said. "I should tell you, Aimee', that you are someday going to be the most powerful mage in the world at the rate you learn, but that power and skill must be tempered with learning and maturity." He smiled at the shock on her face. |