Thread: Lessons Learnt [Magi_Monk & Erotica Maxima]

Life for Roselyn had been... interesting... to say the least. She seen the world, she'd tasted it's flavours, both the bitter and the sweet. She'd seen the most majestic of sights, as well as the most depraved, and yet, she would still be considered a 'young woman', if one were to look at her. In these lands though, any who looked upon her, would instantly thing she was some kind of dangerous foreigner that they had to keep their children from. It was rather interesting to see the different reactions she'd garner when she'd walk down a street without her hood raised. There were many remarkable things about Roselyn, from her incredible talent with the arcane, to her overall intelligence, some would draw attention to her figure, and her skills of dance and song. All of this, in Roselyn's own opinion, paled in comparison to the strange way that she was still able to smile, and laugh, despite all she'd lived through. Being born as she was with the gifts that she had, she was destined from birth to be shunned by the people of the world. Magic was mistrusted, oft openly hated, or feared. In many Kingdoms, it was even outlawed, punishable by death. What those Kings and Queens didn't seem to realise though, was that Magic was something that was born into a person, not a skill that one learned. If one was meant for Magic, then there was little that could be done about it. Roselyn had fled her home country, escaping the prosecution that her kind had suffered for so long, only to end up in something of a similar situation. This new, adopted home of hers, held similar beliefs about Magic, believing it a blight upon the good, honest, hardworking, superstitious, foolish, masses. They believed it an affront to nature, focusing on the evils of the past, rather than the good that could be done with it. She was happy to let them keep such notions, as this Kingdom was significantly more habitable than her home, simply because they did not take the hypocritical notion of using Magic to find and rout Magic. Without those that could track her from leagues away, it was a simple matter for Roselyn to keep away from towns, and not show her Magic in the open. It was quite a lucky thing, as it was for this very reason, that she came upon the young woman who would become her protg. She saw the young woman huddling within the roots of a grand tree, butterflies fluttering about her, but as soon as she was aware of Roselyn's approach, the butterflies, conjured constructs, vanished into the ether. Despite the seeming ease that the girl had cast the spell that had formed these little creatures, Roselyn knew that it was not as simple as she would have thought. It didn't take her long to track the girl to a small farm, and convince her parents to allow her to take her under her wing. They seemed to be desperate for an answer to the problem of the girl's magic, and seemed to thing that Roselyn could 'cure' her. She let them keep those notions, if the girl wanted her parents to understand, she could enlighten them when she was a master of her gifts. Roselyn heard the closing door in another room, and knew that Fraya was home from gathering some foods. Roselyn preferred to let the girl do this, as she always seemed to cause a stir whenever she turned up in town. She had to admit, that her appearance was rather outlandish in these lands, despite how common it would be in her own lands. She smiled and stood, closing the book she was reading, and walked toward the kitchen, stopping at the doorway. She would be lying if she said she did not have ulterior motives for taking the young woman in, she thought, as her eyes roamed up and down her figure. She smiled, keeping the images and thoughts of Fraya at that particular moment, to herself, and stepped fully into the kitchen. Wonderful... we can have a proper meal tonight while we practice. I'd have to say that it would be a welcome change, from wild onion soup and hard bread... She said, the corner of her mouth twitching. It was one of the very few things that she knew how to cook confidently, mainly due to the difficulty of finding proper rations over the long journeys her life had lead her to take. I would have preferred to get some study in before supper, but the hour is drawing late, and I believe food in out stomachs would be a better comfort than incantations and magic at the moment. She said, standing next to Fraya, only a very slight difference in height between the two of them. She pressed her hands together, the light of a student addressing her teacher filling her eyes as she smiled, Should I help you with dinner tonight? I'm sure I was getting better at... cutting things evenly... She said, some of the air going out of her bubble. While she was masterful at her art, Roselyn was not exactly proficient in most other things. She wouldn't be abashed to say that Fraya paid her tutelage in the chores she did around the house for Roselyn.