Teacher and Student (Mila/Riviera)

[Mila]

Things were looking up for Mila. The sage was nearing the end of her first semester with her students. She felt like she had done well in educating her students on the world of monsters. Whether or not she ACTUALLY did a proper job remains to be seen. Mila's little lightning elemental remained in it's little glass jar. She hadn't seen much of it as of late. The little creature preferred to keep itself in it's sleeping, pyrite rock form. Mila suspected that the elemental was exhausted from it's constant sparking at night. Sometimes she'd catch the little elemental partially "awake" in it's glass jar, observing the world. Attempts at communicating with the little elemental had proven themselves to be unsuccessful. Half of the times when Mila removed the stone from it's glass house the elemental wouldn't respond. Other times, it shocked her until she put it back in it's home again.

Mila was outside. She found a quiet little spot in the library's outdoor section. The weather was nice and her allergies were cooperating with her for once. Her neighbor was a shaman who carried with her a pet cat. A cat made entirely of nether magic. Mila gave the shaman a friendly nod. She had a nice view of the training grounds. There were a few students out there practicing their magic. She was scribbling something in her journal. She obtained a new journal to write in and this particular journal would be dedicated to the observations of her little elemental. Her notes described in detail her failed attempts at summoning the little thing. The ingredients needed to make it. The type of elemental it was. And daily details of it's personal growth.

[Riviera]

Riviera was on her way back toward Etruria after her quest of finding her brother had ended. It hadn't gone as she hoped but the matter had been solved well. Her brother was found still alive and healthy. The reason behind his letter had stopped reaching home was actually not as bad as Riviera had feared, just a few technical issues. Anyway...the young mage didn't look excited with her return trip toward her lovely home and probably furious father now. Not a pleasant trip indeed and every step closer to home actually made her want to turn back and hide. Maybe finding that Vergil guy and forcing him to take her in wouldn't be a bad idea. At least she wouldn't be the one getting yelled. Alright now this began to feel weird. She wasn't missing that pathetic wannabe white knight, wasn't she? Riviera then spent more time debating with herself.

A rumor about the magic academy in Ryerde reached Riviera. The academy seemed to be quite famous in this region and had reputation of producing many talented mages. Talented? But they weren't as talented as her, right? Maybe it could be the perfect reason to sidetrack from her journey toward confinement? The blonde mage then considered the idea. 

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And so here she was, wearing a name tag for guest and standing pretty at the training ground. "I must admit... although this place might not as luxurious as Delfia Royal Magic Academy but it has certain charm. Some of these students seem to be talented enough to enroll in Delfia as well," she muttered to herself. Crossing her arms, she looked around and observed how some students practicing some spells or reading their tomes diligently. Their training method didn't seem much different but the students here were more...modest and plain dressed compared to her classmates. Well, they might not even able to afford the tuition in Delfia Royal Magic Academy.

Riviera was pretending not to notice people whispering about her. She knew she stood out with her shiny trinkets and practical but still luxurious dress. The Etrurian played with her long blonde hair, running her graceful fingers through and twirling her hair a bit, when she continued her walk across the training ground. Although the gawking from boys wasn't unappreciated, Riviera didn't feel like reacting to it. She was more interested to have proper training tools after a long time.

"Let me try that..." Riviera cut in front of a student who was in middle of practicing thunder magic. It was just a simple training course which students channeling electricity to some kind of crystal pillar. It was designed to be a safe training and even had some fail-safe in case of the unpredictable happened. The other students didn't seem pleased with her cutting the line but they chose not to stop the stubborn noble lady who had a bad habit of treating people from lower social class badly. "Now let see if I have become rusty or not..." she thought as she started flipping pages of her Trinity tome.

The people who was glaring at Riviera soon found themselves amazed by her display. Electricity continuously ran from the tip of her fingers toward the crystal pillar. Her magic was stable and strong enough to make the spark visible without risking unwanted explosion or wild burst. It needed strong concentration to maintain and shape the magic. But it wasn't the magic that awed people but the caster. Not many students around her age managed to perform such feat and Riviera was doing this with calm expression, not even breaking a sweat. Although her spell was still lacking finesse and power of more experienced mages, Riviera had shown some good potential she had always proudly claimed. Riviera finally stopped channeling her magic, flicking her finger gracefully when the spark disappeared. "Well, I might need more practice but this will be enough..." she muttered proudly.

Unfortunately for the young mage, a few men and women who seemed to be instructors or senior students then approached her and gave reprimand for her rude behavior of cutting the line. Furthermore, it seemed she, who came as a guest, needed to submit application or fulfill certain procedure to use training ground. But she wouldn't be Riviera if she just admitted her mistake. No! The girl then started a heated debate with those people, complaining that they should have make it clearer or something. Their debate soon gained attention of many people around the training ground.

[Mila]

Mila casually tapped on the glass of her little electric sprite. No response. She scribbled that down in her notes. There was a commotion out in the distance. Mila couldn't hear what was being said but she could see that there was a student getting into an argument with a teacher. Or several teachers. Do I get involved? She glanced back at the glass jar. The elemental spirit was still asleep in its crystalline rocky form. Mila sighed softly. She packed up her things and made her way out towards the training grounds. Mila was close enough now to overhear the conversation between the teacher and apparent guest. She asked one of the students what happened.

The student briefly explained the situation and Mila nodded. Based on the girl's accent, demeanor, and attire, this guest was Eturian. Mila shook her head lightly. Nothing sucks more than having someone from your home country act like a bigot. Mila should just let the young woman accept her punishment here. Ugh. I'm a regret this.

"Excuse me." Mila spoke up. She interrupted the two of them.

"If I may, I can take this young miss off your hands. The day is getting late and not all of these students have had a chance to practice their spells. Finals are approaching soon. And these guys need the practice. And we need the break from all the paperwork." She tried to reason with the professor. The older professor shot her a dirty look. Then glanced back at the young woman. She let out a disgruntled sigh. Then spoke.

"Fine. She's your problem now. I expect a full disciplinary report on the headmaster's desk first thing in the morning." The older professor spoke to Mila. Mila nodded.

"You. Blondie. Please come with me. Quietly. Unless you want security to come in and force you to move." Mila spoke in a slightly stern voice. She guided the young miss away from the group. Once, they were away and out of earshot.

"Okay. What the hell was that? Who are you? Where are you from?"

[Riviera]

Riviera finally met her match in form of an old professor. Both women were equally stubborn and their yelling were evenly matched. Fortunately this wouldn't turn into a magic duel or something. As smart and talented as she might be, the young mage wouldn't hold a candle against an experienced mage like the furious professor. And she exactly knew that...

Someone with bright green hair then intervened and broke the arguments. Riviera crossed her arms and pouted as the young female teacher spoke with the others and somehow convinced them not to use Riviera as the ingredients for the next potion class. "Such a crude professor. Even Ms. Dorothy from my first semester isn't this bad. Really...I guess I should expect this much from country bumpkins..." Riviera thought to herself. Luckily, she wasn't thinking out loud or else it would trigger the next Magic World War. 

"Who are you calling blondie???" That was the young mage about to say but this time she found restrain to stop starting her execution by those angry sages. Also, the stern voice from the young teacher had its effect on Riviera. The threat made her considering her next action as being kicked out of this place sounded shameful. "Alright...miss..." she said, pouting.

After the had gotten away from the crowd and safe from the professors' fireball, Riviera looked at Mila and answered, "Riviera Leona Mayfield...the first child of Richard Leon Mayfield and Annette Grace Mayfield, the heir of Mayfield family, and a senior in Delfia Royal Magic Academy." The introduction might a bit too long and pompous but Riviera was used to it. She even added brushing her blonde hair with hand and throwing her falling bangs to the side just for the sake of looking important and pretty. 

"The professors scolded me for using training ground, miss. They said something about having to submit some documents first but I found it to be ineffective procedure because I have entered formally as a guest and signed the applications in the front desk. They seemed to be offended with me arguing back and so...we might have gone overboard," she explained. Besides not mentioning how she had cut the line to use the target practice, Riviera also didn't admitted that she was the more guilty one. At best she could only believe that both of her and the professors were equally immature with the heated debate.

"You don't look like a student, miss. Are you one of the instructors?" Riviera asked the older mage.

[Mila]

"Riviera Leona Mayfield...the first child of Richard Leon Mayfield and Annette Grace Mayfield, the heir of Mayfield family, and a senior in Delfia Royal Magic Academy."

Ah. A blue blood. An Etruian blue blood. This explains a so much. Mila kept a straight face as she let the young woman explain her story. Once it was over the sage sighed.

"Clover will for now." She responded to Riviera's request for a name. The sage opted to err on the side of caution for now. She knew Eturia was in a terrible state at the moment. And Mils didn't know if this pompous brat was on the side of the church or neutral.

"Alright. Look, I'll level with you. Riviera. This isn't Eturia. You can't hide behind your regality here. In the academy and life for that matter, no one cares what family ties you have. The only thing that matters HERE is your will to learn and your magical talent. Everyone is treated equally and fairly, to the best of the staff's abilities." She decided to tell it to the young woman straight.

"Ah yes. I'll agree with you there. The paperwork is a pain. Did you even bother to read the documents before you signed them? Because they clearly stated you can have access to the grounds so long as you are with either a professor or a headmaster." Seniors with special permissions too. Crap.. what was their unofficial title again? She gave the young woman a moment to let that sink in.

"And THAT person gives you permission to act. That was not what you did. According to the students you rudely cut in line, took a tome, and practiced your craft without permission. Then you had the gall to argue with the professor over the semantics of your actions. Had you just apologized for your actions things wouldn't have gotten to where they were. And you probably could still be back there learning a thing or two." She sighed again.

"Congratulations, you've shown complete strangers what a proper Eturian lady acts like. Hope you've made your family proud." She spoke that last bit sarcastically. And you've made the rest of us look bad.

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Offically declaring this thread dead until Rivi comes back.