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My lessons continued and over the next few years I learned to better control my sensitive temperament. Though, beating the fear of the gods into a few of the boys may have helped with that. Father thought it appropriate to start me in the ways of music, painting, and etiquette at the age of thirteen. I bit my tongue and suffered through them, nearly bored out of my mind. The other girls- listening with rapt attention- followed the instructor perfectly while I struggled with the concepts of ‘art,’ and wondered why it was important to place one’s spoon to the right of their knife. As time passed, I fell in love with an unexpected subject; one realized by accident.
My home city of Maura was a quiet one- only the basic necessities filled our city square. Veritas, the city to the southwest,
