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As Tzipora sauntered into her expressionless abode, she removed her robe, and placed her pack on the floor beside her bed. She rubbed her forehead thinking that it would relieve the stress and frustration that had been gnawing on her the last 2 weeks. Sitting herself down on her bed she fell backward abruptly, causing a couple feathers to leak out of the holes on her down-blanket. A heavy sigh escaped her chest, dreading the fact she needed to practice her skills briefly before going to bed. She'd been doing so horrid lately, never getting anything right, receiving discordant glowers from the head wizard Opal Darkbriar and just over all not

"I promise I'll practice!" a young girl pleaded. "That's not good enough, Tzipora. How often have you told me you'll practice with your own time, and you don't? Hm?" he looked her over as if she were the most vulnerable human alive. "Anwser me, Tzipora." She looked her mentor in the eye, then she directed her gaze toward the floor,"Many a time, Sir." "Yes, and what happens when you come to your lessons unprepared?" Forcing herself to look at the burns on her hands, "I end up hurting myself, and others, Sir." Turning her head sharply away, and biting her lower lip, Tzipora tried her hardest not to cry, "I really try, Sir. Really, I do... I