“I don’t think I can train you, Tove.”

Tove flashed Ambrosine an over-dramatic pouty  face. “Why not? I know Mina is a student of yours.”

“After a fashion. But there’s still key differences between my magic and hers. Most of what I teach her is healing of the more mundane sort, so that we don’t have to do everything by magic. I don’t have the first understanding of druid magic.”

“Neither do I,” Tove muttered. “I picked up the basics in the middle of Maguuma from a spirit and I was too busy trying to keep people alive to go back and achieve any…nuance.”

“Well, then perhaps you should find the spirit again.”

“I just want you to know that I think you can take that suggestion and shove it right up your ass. That’s what I’m trying to avoid doing.”

“You poor thing.” Ambrosine paused. “Would you like me to loan you my books on anatomy? Perhaps if you studied more…”

Tove sighed deeply. “…fine, but I’m going to end up back in the damned jungle, aren’t I.”



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  • jander
    July 25, 2018 at 12:31 pm
    Poor Ambrosine, forever doomed to be surrounded by everyone else's nonsense

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