Thread: University of Corsini - [GD x Lysander of Rhodes]

None in the lands had a family tree quite as pure blooded and prestigious as the the Kennicots. They had been around since before the founding of the University of Corsini and had been one of the original families to support and shape the University into what it was today. There they taught various forms of transdimensional thaumaturgy or, as the layman would call it, magic . The crafting, control, and use of magic in itself was a science, but it was something that not everyone could learn. Some needed help to unveil the connection to magic that came so naturally to others. The Kennicot family had always been adamantly against Neophytes, those who didn't possess the latent connection to the magic of the world. For generations they had strong, natural magic users born into their family. They weren't the only family who was predominantly magical, though most had the occasional unattuned family member here or there. Some of them never learned magic at all. Disparaging comments towards those with less than pure bloodlines was a way of life for the Kennicots, but the training of Neophytes became more and more prominent as time went on. By the time that Eloni was born it was all but a requirement of Naturalists to take on a Neophyte and teach them. To teach someone to harness the power that had evaded them at birth was seen as a rite of passage. Eloni's birth had been as uneventful as the birth of any of her older siblings, though it was marked by the tragic loss of her mother's life shortly after. That was the start of the long shadow that her mere existence cast on her family and its name. If you had lined her up with any other sibling or family member, Eloni looked as if she belonged. The dark hair, the regal poise and demeanor that each of them carried, and the harshness of her tone spoke of her heritage. Her father, Emrys Kennicot, had doted upon his daughter less and less as each birthday came and passed. The last milestone was her fifteenth birthday. If she didn't have natural magical ability by then, she never would. He hadn't spoken to her since that birthday when she failed to produce even the tiniest spark on her own, it had been over two years. Like every other Kennicot before her, Eloni persevered. Even as her father ignored her very existence every day at dinner, she had spent her days applying and qualifying to become a Neophyte. The technique was not the issue. She had proven herself mentally adept enough to become a Neophyte, to learn from someone nearing the end of their own studies. The council, perhaps as a means of revenge against her father who had stepped down as a seated member in a fiery rage two years prior, had declined the petition of her older siblings to become her teacher. No, she was to learn from someone else. Eloni's father and family had slighted many promising Naturalists because they didn't meet their 'requirement' to be considered worthwhile acquaintances. She was well aware of the meaning behind the pairing with this man, of all of the available Naturalists. He wasn't any more pleased with it than her. As they left the council's chambers, she turned to face him and closed the distance between them. Her proud chin rose as a Kennicot's chin often did when talking, though it was necessary in order for her to look at him while talking. She was perhaps only just above five foot, though the sturdy boots that protected her feet had added an inch to her height. Her eyes were a striking color of green, a color that was mimicked with the threading and trim of her robes. I do not like this any more than you do, but let us try not to make this an unpleasant few years.