It was on a whim, more of a dare that Zava even met the headmaster of the magic school. The reality is, she's clueless about him and his world.
After the first outing, date -- whatever it can be called, he left her with a jewel. The best way to describe what the jewel Briarius had given Zava it pulsed. It also glowed with a soft light and was warm to the touch. However it was only sometimes. She'd seen it lately glowing more and in the middle of the night it was glowing. Slipping from her bed, she grabbed the jewel and put it under her pillow.
In the morning she decided to figure out what this was about. He said he couldn't stop thinking about her, but never came. Then a few days later they ended up at the bridge again. How odd she thought. It was there he asked her to dinner again, twice he hadn't moved or done anything.
"Elven kind move slow." That's what he said to her, but she's not elven, nor does she understand their ways. Hopefully this was going to change. Getting dressed in a paid of jeans, t-shirt and hiking boots, Zava set out to find this school and maybe, just maybe figure out what was going on.
Two hour later she was outside the Ravensheart Academy staring at the buildings with the locket around her neck. Until then she hadn't touched it, rubbed it or even talked to it. Fingers moved around the locket and she whispered to it. "Take me to the elf?"
Closing her eyes, she waited for what might happen next.
After the first outing, date -- whatever it can be called, he left her with a jewel. The best way to describe what the jewel Briarius had given Zava it pulsed. It also glowed with a soft light and was warm to the touch. However it was only sometimes. She'd seen it lately glowing more and in the middle of the night it was glowing. Slipping from her bed, she grabbed the jewel and put it under her pillow.
In the morning she decided to figure out what this was about. He said he couldn't stop thinking about her, but never came. Then a few days later they ended up at the bridge again. How odd she thought. It was there he asked her to dinner again, twice he hadn't moved or done anything.
"Elven kind move slow." That's what he said to her, but she's not elven, nor does she understand their ways. Hopefully this was going to change. Getting dressed in a paid of jeans, t-shirt and hiking boots, Zava set out to find this school and maybe, just maybe figure out what was going on.
Two hour later she was outside the Ravensheart Academy staring at the buildings with the locket around her neck. Until then she hadn't touched it, rubbed it or even talked to it. Fingers moved around the locket and she whispered to it. "Take me to the elf?"
Closing her eyes, she waited for what might happen next.