A Magical Dawn

[Ama]

Ama stopped outside the Noctis manor and did a few stretches to limber up her body. The young demoness had just returned from another early morning stroll outside the walls of Wistvale, this time from a meeting of revelations with the masked warven, Redblade.
She was about to begin her training with the revered Mr. Ravenhurst, but was on the fence on whether or not she should share her worries and information about the former Noctis student and his plot to bring down the criminal known as Piper. 
The magicks teacher would surely be able to help but, on the other hand, Redblade had trusted her not to say anything to anyone about his plan.
It really was a predicament.

Ama finished stretching, feeling she was as ready for her training as she'd ever be, then entered the large, ominous-looking building. The manor was rather quiet as she stepped into the entryway, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
The blue-haired Haisheth hadn't exactly been told where to go for her first lesson, so she assumed that the hallway lined with books and artifacts would be the most appropriate place to be. That was, after all, where she'd first spoken to Mr. Ravenhurst.

And so, Ama waited... 

[Ama]

"Hi. You must be Ama."

The voice came from behind the Haisheth, gently breaking the silence that had filled the hallway. Not a footstep had been heard before the dark-haired young woman made herself known, and yet she only stood a few feet away. 
In one ear dangled an upside-down gold cross that only made her crimson lips seem the more devilish, and although she gave off a friendly vibe her eyes were piercing like a hawks. She wore a long, black jacket, decorated with intricate silver patterns, and wrapped about her neck was a scarf the color scarlet. She also carried an old tome in one hand, its leather worn with age.

[Ama]

Knowing that Mr. Ravenhurst had already proven himself as the Master of Trickery, Ama should have been better prepared to receive an unexpected greeting. But alas, she was not. And therefore, the young demoness almost leapt out of her pale skin whilst holding back a scream. 
Hastily turning to see who had snuck up behind her, Ama tripped over her own boots and almost knocked an ancient vase off it's pedestal. Thankfully, with almost cat-like reflexes, the young demoness found her feet and steadied the wobbling artifact before it toppled over. 

She let out a long sigh of relief. Then her face flushed near as red as the other woman's scarf. That could have gone smoother. Feeling a few degrees warmer than the previous minute, Ama cleared her throat and tried to act normal, as if nothing slapstick had just taken place. 

"Yes! Hi. Hello. I am, er, indeed Ama. That is me." The blue-haired Haisheth extended a hand and met those piercing eyes with her own fuschia-colored peepers. "Are you, umm, a student here, too?"

[Ama]

The black-haired woman, who appeared to be a few years older and several inches taller than Ama, took the Haisheth's held-out hand lightly and, instead of shaking, gave a gentle squeeze before taking her own hand back.

"Yes, I have been with the Noctis Venator for almost as long as Master Alexander. Before that, I had a private tutor...but he passed away. My name is Sabrina." Those crimson lips broadened into another smile, revealing gorgeous pearly whites. 

But, after a pause, Sabrina's face turned into something that said 'I'm really sorry, but I have some disappointing news'.

"I'm actually here at Master Ravenhurst's behest. He was called away last night on an urgent matter and may be gone for a day or two. He asked me to begin your training in his stead, if you have no objections."

[Ama]

Ama tried to keep her disappointment hidden, although she most likely didn't do a good job at it. She had no problem with Sabrina, the dark-haired magi was amicable enough, but the young demoness had been looking forward to having the Head of the house as her guide.

She took a breath and tried to remember why she was here in the first place. Then she smiled. It shouldn't be about WHO taught her, but about WHAT she learned. If Mr. Ravenhurst had taught Sabrina - who, in Ama's honest opinion had great fashion-sense -  then she must know a great deal about magic, too.

"I've got no objections." She said, the first-day-of-school excitement returning. "So what's the first lesson?"

[Ama]

"We start with the basics." Sabrina said, a slight smirk flickered upon her face as if she knew something the young demoness did not. "Meditation. The first and, perhaps, the most important lesson of all. Before you can build a stronghold you need a solid foundation, otherwise all of your training will, sooner or later, end in disaster."

Sabrina shifted her focus towards the rows of books, lined against one wall of the hallway. Placing her own tome to one side, the dark-haired witch picked a few books from the shelves and handed them to the Haisheth girl.

"Have you meditated before, Ama? If not, this one here will guide you through some useful techniques. It's all about getting in touch with your energy and how to control the flow of that energy. Sounds very 'House of Galena', I know, but it's a vital part of magic-wielding. 

I suggest you find a quiet place to practice. It will help you concentrate better. Is there anything you'd like to ask me before you start?"

[Ama]

Ama could think of no questions at that moment as she was pondering where to go meditate; being a hub of trade, Wistvale wasn't exactly known for its quiet spots. Perhaps she could go outside the walls and find a less noisy area to help her concentrate. Then again, the masked warven Redblade would probably see her and disrupt her lesson. 

Hugging the loaned books in her arms, the blue-haired Haisheth thanked Sabrina before parting ways. It would probably be best to return to her room and shut out the world instead. It was quiet enough in the manor chambers anyhow. No one was likely to interrupt a meditation session there. 

[Ama]

Ama gently closed the door to her small chambers and dropped the books down on the bed. Meditation was about relaxing the mind, body and soul, that much she knew already. Sitting beside the books, the young demoness pulled off her boots and placed them upon the floor. They were beginning to smell a little funky - that nasty cheesy feet stench - so she pushed them further out of nostril range with pale-skinned toes.

Ama picked up one of the books, stretched out on the bed like a satisfied feline, and began to read...