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I have recently been told that I am to be given my first opportunity to teach a student. An incredibly exciting, yet overwhelming opportunity. At first, I was overjoyed. I would get to share my knowledge, and the lessons that so many great Diviners have passed down over the ages. And to think, I would be trusted with the honor of passing those lessons down to a student deemed worthy. And then....then came a sense of dread. What if I convey a message poorly? What if I fail? What if...? Well, I would simply have to make sure I was prepared. I ran to my room, and began devouring my old notes. Almost in a frenzy, I read and re-read my notes. The original books that provided the lessons. The related accounts from other Diviners I have collected in the Divine Library. Then my mind began to drift to a time so long ago, yet not that distant. When I first came to the great kingdoms, I had nothing. Pond took me in, and he helped me. He also taught me about caring for books and scrolls. The proper methods of preservation, and the great importance behind ensuring that knowledge is preserved. I remember the many evenings and nights that I assisted him. I also remember his chuckle that I so frequently heard when he would catch me reading a book instead of filing it away promptly. What he instilled in me, I have made my own mission for keeping the Divine Library. So that others that come long after I am gone will be able to learn what I have learned. And, hopefully, to expand on that. During those early years, I remember the coarse robes I wore. They were more than acceptable. And I am thankful for them, but I have my gripes. Older male librarians, and young girls do not always have the same measurements, afterall. I also remember how I would spend some of my little free time between the various seamstress shops. I would go in, feel the different cloth, and ask a great many questions about them. I remember very fondly learning about colors, styles of weaving, and techniques of making such beautiful clothing from these parts. Perhaps I was quite annoying, never able to afford to make purchases, yet taking up their time. Yet I was always met with smiling faces. I was always shown the newest stock. I was always met with conversation about the newest fashion versus the classic styles. I understand now, that was my "girl time". And what a time it was. Nearing the end of my studies with the Mage Guild, I vividly remember my travel back to the library for the evening. A shipment of scrolls were overdue, and I knew that I needed to tidy up the shelves and make room for the quills, inks, scrolls, and books to be sold in the near future. I was always excited to get to help out, because Pond had always been so kind to me. When I arrived, I saw the old man sitting behind his desk. The shelves were already stocked. The dusting already done. Unusual. He told me that he had gotten word that I was soon to be a full fledged graduate, and member of the guild. I could see the pride in his eyes. I smiled and reminded him that without his kindness, I would never have achieved such things. And I told him that I would always remember his kindness, and that I would strive to help others in the same manner when able. He reached under the counter, and he produced a box with a scroll sitting on top. A sealed scroll, tied neatly and with great care. He handed me the scroll, and asked me to read it to him. It was written by Ssaiyen. He had replied to a letter I had sent him. I had asked him about visions I believed I was having. I had asked him for guidance because I had no understanding on what was occuring. He had set up a meeting between myself, and my beloved teacher BatSheba. The letter was providing me the details of the meeting. A smile stretched accross Pond's face. I had discussed my visions with him, and he had actually been the one to direct me on who I should ask for help. He then slid over the box, and asked me to open it. | |