Souldust

Present

A new set of steps were heard toward Ylvar, who still was clutching her feather pendant. The figure stood aside of the young girl, the barrier still separating them: it worked like a one side glass, more or less… if you put aside the magical-and technical stuff.

Ylvar felt the air getting colder and a different air surrounding her. She opened her eyes and was again at the big room, hearing the relentless tick tock marking the passage of time. She looked at her right side and saw a very serious Miss Alasne, the headmistress. They had known each other for over ten years, but never got too close to each other. It was strictly a director-student relationship, or the closest to one, given the circumstances. Ylvar appreciated that, in some kind of odd way, she wanted to feel the nearest to a normal student.

In those ten years, the headmistress was always the same, serious, strict, and her figure looked like she was not a day older that a well conserved forty year old woman. In truth, though, no one knew her real age, but there were rumors that she had already passed the first century of her life. Her long, silver hair, was in a tight low bun. Her hazel eyes, always young, looked at Ylvar through her thin glasses. “Miss Hyonkari. Always giving the utmost of yourself. I see you have already finished your exam in record time. Just to be on the safe side ¿are you sure?” that was a too wide question. Nonetheless, Ylvar gave her a crooked smile –trying not to smirk to the headmistress- and nodded nonchalantly.

Taking into account the situation, she cleared her throat and added “Miss Alasne, I would be ashamed of myself and the legacy of my parents if I did not improve myself every day”. The headmistress smiled proudly of her student and took the book, securing it with a spell. Before heading back to the door, she spoke almost in a whisper “it is not compulsory your presence at the training session at the afternoon. You have well earned more than a day… finishing an exam that should take more than two days in less than twelve hours.” She muttered the last, probably speaking to herself more than to Ylvar ,who awkwardly gave her a very delayed odd bow.