“Indicating that it might not always be so?”
Zya looked into herself, trying to search her mind for some premonition that would answer her teacher's question. There was nothing. “I cannot answer that, for I honestly do not know. It may be that one day I travel the Duchies as a representative of Ilia, or it may come to pass that I find a different path to follow. Whatever it is, my destiny seems to be in my own hands.” This worried her greatly, for Zya had rarely been in a position to admit that, even to herself.
For his part, Joen accepted her comments with good grace, smiling, as he knew that he would have her for company for the foreseeable future. “All is well then. I pronounce you to be an adept in this order. I think that we should let the rest of the order know.” With a new energy
