Thomas Waterstrike looks over the two children as one set of parents stood by quietly and the father of the other kept pressing him about why he had to test the other child. Could he not see that his son was more powerful then the girl. Personal, he had heard enough for the boy’s father. “Both has a way with aetherical magic. The boy way not be strong in the use of destructive magic but in the healing arts...”
The boy cowers as his father raises his hand. “I told you, you were to practice before Master Waterstike came. How dare you embarrass our family...” the hand came down at the boy.
Thomas’s staff block the hit. “You,” came Thomas quiet voice, an icy chill rising up around the three, “will Not strike him.” The boy’s father tried to match the icy glare that Thomas has but he drop his eyes after a moment. “The child will be taught but I will not see one so young be cowered in such a fashion.”
The father back away, shivering from the cold. “Fine...take the boy.” he says, spinning around without so much a goodbye. The mother came forward, placing a kiss on the top of the boy’s head. “Please forgive him. You know the business has been stressful for him right now.”
Thomas wanted to say more but held his tongue. The children were already scared enough for his own displace of anger. “I’ll see to their tickets when they are ready to come to Ul’dah. I’ll also speak to my wife and see if she would be willing to take your son on as well as the student that she is teaching.”
After a last few details with the children’s parents. He left Lisma and flew back on the airship to Ul’dah. He was meet by one of his former students as he came off the airship. “Master...Master, I think I saw the person you wish to speak with. I saw him step into the inn at the forth ward of the Goblet.”
“Thank you, Stephan. Please let Maggie know that I may be late for dinner.” The young man nods, giving a quiet “I will, Master Waterstrike.” Now, a small stop by the Goblet.
The door opens and a slightly familiar hyur steps in, the staff used as a cane as he move into the inn. Step, steptap, step, steptap. If Ruran looks up, he would see an older but slightly familiar hyur moving toward him. "You," came the kind but elderly voice, "are a hard hyur to find, Ser Ruran."
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