Tazlure

Morgan's mind's first reaction was to flail wildly. Being placed on the spot like this wasn't something he was used to. Protect us how? Does he mean magically? raced his panicked mind. In which case I wouldn't have any idea... but I'm sure he knows that. Principle, Morgan, think principle. Two possi...

Morgan listened attentively. Of the three types of warder, he couldn't tell which he was, or would be. He placed himself somewhere between the second and third; was it possible to both respect and fear them? He wasn't the first type - at least, he hoped he wasn't. It would be worth the extra vigilan...

Morgan drank the tea at the same time as he drank in the sight of the cup, ignoring the offer of milk and sugar. The designs worked into the cup so fascinated him that all else was briefly lost, and he winced as the liquid, still too hot to be drunk, streamed down his throat. When the question reach...

Morgan stifled a laugh at the professor's behaviour, instead merely smiling happily. "Pleased to meet you," he said genuinely. From what he'd seen and heard already, he liked this man. A certain academic bewilderedness could hardly be faulted in a teacher - from his point of view, it was, in fact, d...

Morgan was pleased with the room, on a first impression. It was clean, and green, and these were virtues in his mind. He resisted the temptation to gawp around for any longer than necessary, instead fixing his gaze on the room's other occupant. The professor, he presumed - although his appearance wa...

Morgan shrugged and smiled. This is it, then; the opening of my eyes begins here. With this thought surfacing in his mind, he brushed his fringe across his forehead and turned the handle.

This place is even bigger than I thought it was going to be, Morgan thought as he strode through the building after the ball of light. Finding my way back out of here will be no easy task. After the first few intersections he gave up trying to memorise the route - concentrating on where the light w...

If Morgan took the registrar's reprimand into consideration, he didn't show it. He was happy, even though he'd been told that he wasn't going to be doing any summoning for a while yet. He'd always been one for practicalities, and never one to throw himself in at the deep end without knowing how to s...

"Fight them? To be honest, I'm more interested in talking to them," Morgan replied, the corner of his mouth curling in amusement. "At least, they'll probably provide me with some more interesting conversation than Dortenese beef cattle." He picked up his hat from the desk. "I think I'll take the fir...

Morgan glared daggers at the quill. He was about to achieve a childhood dream, and he wasn't going to let the moment be spoilt by an uppity enchanted feather that was too impatient for its own good. "I'm Morgan Scrylock," he said slowly. "Preparations... Well, I've never touched magic, but then agai...

Morgan stayed silent for a few moments, formulating his response. "What most of the youngsters who come here seek," he eventually replied. He removed his hat from his head, placing it on the registrar's desk. "I want to learn of magic," he began to tally on one hand, gazing into middle distance, "of...

Morgan gaped as he entered the Hall, stopping in mid-stride. The room was many times bigger than any he'd ever been in. Just as quickly he cursed himself inwardly for his reaction; he'd taken great pains never to appear an ignorant, naive farmboy, even when he had been an ignorant, naive farmboy, an...

Morgan frowned as the guard threatened the child's parents. So unnecessary, he commented mentally. Still, I suppose a nobody like this guard here needs to exert authority on someone, somewhere, even just by threat of physical violence. I just pray I never end up in a situation where I have no better...

Morgan maintained a stony silence as the merchant moved down the line, stiffening at his approach, the corner of his mouth curling down in distaste. If there were any justice in this world, he thought, people like him wouldn't be able to eke out a living from such banalities. Leech. He smirked at th...

Morgan brushed a few beads of sweat from his forehead, adjusting his brimmed hat so that it offered him better protection from the sun. The pale skinned Dortenese burned easily; he tried to avoid sunlight, despite the years he'd spent out in the fields of his home island. Another thing he'd try to a...