The First Thing Every Mage

If Cape Wasn't Your Last Name, What Was Your Real One?" I Asked, Deathly Curious Now. "ahhhh," He Complained. "pincas Huckleburr.

You Look As Scary As A Buttered Muffin.

Never Before Had She Seen Such Creatures, Though They Looked Much Live Very Large, Very Shaggy White Goats. Thin Black Horns Punctuated The Top Of Their Long Faces. You Look Like A Collection Of Grandfathers, She Thought, Amused.

Curse Him For Being All Tight Muscle, With Ivory Skin And A Mouth As Soft As Rose Petals. Curse Him For Having Hair As Fair As The Sun, And Eyes As Black As Night. Curse Him For Having The Grace Of A Cat And Deft, Cool Hands. And Now I Am Having The Same Argument On Paper That I Have In My Own Head On Too Many Nights. I Know My Choice Is Sensible, But It Isn't My Common Sense I Think With, Those Times Rosto's Stolen A Kiss From Me.

It's Been Interesting, "frostpine Said Casually. "i Wanted Daja To Get Some Experience Of Other Smiths'-and Other Mages'- Ways Of Doing Things, If Only So She Can See Mine Is Best.