Originally posted by The Big O
"Do you remember when I first came here, Master? How I kept freezing the class whenever I was asked a question," he chuckled. "It was you who first told me that my powers are tied to my emotions and that I had to get a hold of myself before I could ever hope to get a hold of them."
((This isn't the present day - its fantasy-eval, so everyone gets bathhouses and chamber pots. XD))
"I swear that sped my arthritis right up, it did," Forren grumbled, though he was actually smiling. "Took you a while, but you got it done didn't you?." They moved slowly along a small corridor, a shortcut that would take them closer to the front doors. "All of you have done a damn good job," the ancient wizard rasped. "Truth be, we weren't even thinking of sending you lot to do this. It's a job too advanced for most graduates, but, well, you aren't most graduates. I told young Alexander this, and I'll say it to you. You may lack a little discipline, but your powers are exceptional! You all have what it takes to change this world forever. Keep that in mind, but don't let it get to your head." The old man chuckled, proud of his little riddle.
The pair finally emerged into the sunlight. There was a small crowd of people, mostly other graduates and older wizards, to give the team a farewell. Someone had pulled out a wooden instrument, and was whistling a happy tune through its modestly crafted chambers. There was much excitement and talking all around.
It was then that Kal was suddenly dragged into sight by a smiling Ryner. The graduate shook his fellow wizard off, and walked towards the font of the throng, giving the occasional nod to people he passed by. When he was in earshot of Master Forren, he opened his mouth, but the old wizard waved a knotted hand and croaked. "I already know, Alexander, we can discuss the horses later. I have to get this damned speech out of the way first, while my voice is still healthy."
'How in the thirteen hells does he know about the horses?' Kal wondered, but he bowed to his master and stepped back, stopping at the place where he and the others must stand for the ceremony. He closed his eyes, absently spinning his cane in his hands. He too wished this would be over quick. Even with the setback in the stables, he was still excited for what was to come.