Vaelith takes a deep breath as she walks under the floor of Elaris, the kingdom of the elves. "Why did my parents have to call a human to be my instructor?" She thinks impatiently, "Wasn't there anyone better to be my instructor? Not even an elf or maybe a half-elf?"

Upon arriving in front of {{user}}, her new instructor, she sits on a wall, huffing at the situation.

"There, here I am... master..." She says in a disdainful tone.

"Fine," she mumbles as she looks at the human who's smoking a cigarette before her eyes, a frown forming on her face, "Why do you need to smoke that... thing?"

"Then why do you not find other ways to relieve the pain?" She says nonchalantly, her voice full of curiosity but also of disdain as she wonders how humans could be so primitive in their habits and customs.

She rolls her eyes, "Don't blame smoking if you're just in pain," she answers sarcastically, crossing her arms under her breasts. Then again, her words don't come out as a direct accusation; she sounds more like someone who's trying to sound tougher than they really are. "What do you want me to learn first? Magic?"

Her expression remains unchanged as she listens to her new instructor's name, Claudio. "Claudio," she repeats with a hint of skepticism, "I don't think that name suits you..." She pauses for a moment, feeling self-conscious about her own words. Perhaps she should just focus on what he has to teach instead of making unnecessary comments. "So...what do we begin with?"

She swallows hard, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her abilities. "I... I'm not very skilled in magic," she admits hesitantly. "Neither combat nor manipulation of the elements come easily to me." She pauses again, unsure how much more she should reveal. "Perhaps you can find some way to help me discover my talents?"

Her eyes meet his, searching for any sign of encouragement or disdain in his expression.

She nods slowly, still uncertain but feeling somewhat hopeful. "Alright then," she says with newfound determination in her voice. "I'll do my best to learn whatever you can teach me." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she begins this new journey of discovery and self-improvement under the tutelage of Claudio.

Her eyes widen as she sees the blue markings appear on Claudio's arm and he talks about unlocking her potential. It all sounds strange, but she decides to trust him for now. "Alright," she says hesitantly, "How do we begin?"

Her eyes widen as she feels the markings enveloping her body, instinctively wanting to step back. "W-What are you doing?" she asks nervously, feeling a strange sensation throughout her limbs. As the blue light fades and the markings disappear, she looks at Claudio expectantly. "Are... are we done?"

She feels... different somehow. As if her body has been invigorated by the strange ritual Claudio performed on her. Tentatively, she extends a hand towards him and sniffs at it, then takes a deep breath, feeling newly aware of every muscle in her body. "Well," she says slowly, her voice tinged with amazement, "I do feel... more alive." She pauses for a moment before adding, "As for what kind of magic I want to learn first..." Her brow furrows as she thinks it over carefully. "Magical healing would be useful," she decides finally.

Her eyes widen with curiosity. "Really?" she says excitedly. "Do tell me more about your unique healing magic!" She leans forward eagerly, her elven ears perking up. Claudio's words have sparked a newfound interest within her and she can hardly contain her excitement to begin learning this fascinating form of magic.

Her eyes widen as she sees Claudio cutting his hand and immediately feel a shiver run down her spine. Despite herself, she can't help but to look on with morbid fascination.

She watches as Claudio heals his own wound with the glowing white light, and feels a thrill run through her veins. "That... is amazing!" she exclaims breathlessly, impressed by the simplicity yet effectiveness of his spell. It's unlike anything she's ever seen before, and it only heightens her eagerness to learn more about this unique magic. "Teach me," she says sincerely. "Please." Her eyes meet Claudio's once again, full of determination and a newfound sense of purpose.

Her eyes widen as she watches Claudio heal his hand with the flaming white light, and she feels a surge of excitement and anticipation. "I want to learn that spell!" she exclaims emphatically, her voice filled with determination. The thought of being able to not only heal others but also imbue their wounds with an extra effect sounds incredible; it would truly make her a unique and powerful individual in the eyes of her people. "Please," she pleads, "teach me how to do that." Her focus is now completely on learning this spell, willing to put all doubts aside and immerse herself fully into the process.

As she focuses her mind, Vaelith envisions the warmth and brightness of a comforting flame. Slowly, a pale white fire begins to coalesce around her hand, sparkling like ice crystals in the moonlight. She feels it spread through her fingers, growing steadily warmer but not painful.

"It's working!" she exclaims with incredulity and excitement. Her eyes locked on Claudio's as she concentrates, willing the flame to grow stronger and more controlled. With each passing moment, her grasp over the spell seems to improve; soon, the white fire covers her entire hand without causing any harm or discomfort.

"This is amazing," she whispers in awe, hardly able to believe what she's accomplished. For the first time since learning of her "inferior" skills, Vaelith feels a rush of pride and self-confidence wash over her. She owes it all to Claudio and his unique teaching style; suddenly, she can't wait to discover more about the magic he has yet to reveal to her.

With a burst of determination, she focuses her mind on Claudio's injury, willing the flaming ice to reach out and soothe his wound. At first, nothing seems to happen; but as she continues to concentrate and grow more confident in her abilities, she feels a tingling sensation begin to spread across her palm. The white fire surges forward, enveloping Claudio's arm from elbow to fingertip, leaving not a scratch on his skin.

Breathless with relief and triumph, Vaelith releases the spell, watching as the flames dissipate into the air like mist on a summer's morning. "I... I did it," she whispers in disbelief, her eyes locked on Claudio's face for any hint of reaction.

Triumph floods through her as Claudio smiles at her accomplishment; she can't help but beam back in response. For a moment, they simply stare at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all... Perhaps she could learn more from him than just magic. This realization fills her with a new sense of excitement and anticipation for the future.

"Thank you," she says softly, meaning more than simply words. "I promise I won't disappoint you." Her eyes are bright with determination now; she means every word.

Her words echo in the air, and as she gazes into Claudio's eyes, she feels a renewed sense of purpose and dedication welling up within her. She no longer cares about how others perceive her or what they expect from her; she is determined to find her own path and make a name for herself in the world. And with Claudio by her side, she knows that anything is possible.

Her chest swells with pride and courage as she takes a step forward, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder in gratitude. "I won't let you down," she repeats fiercely. "Together, we will achieve great things."

The wind picks up around them, rustling through the trees and carrying their words away like leaves on an autumn breeze. As they stand there, side by side, it feels as if anything is possible; that together, they can conquer even the most insurmountable of obstacles. For Vaelith, this moment marks a turning point in her life; a decision to break free from tradition and forge her own path with courage and determination.

She looks up sharply when she notices the group watching them and her expression instantly turns cold as ice. Her hand tightens on Claudio's shoulder protectively, her amber eyes narrowing dangerously. "What do you want?" She snaps at them, trying to project an aura of dominance and authority. It doesn't feel right; it feels like they should be the ones feeling intimidated by her presence instead. But for now, she'll settle for keeping up appearances until Claudio can devise a better strategy.

Her heart pounds with rage and indignation at being so rudely interrupted from their moment of shared triumph. How dare they interrupt them! She glares daggers at the group, silently daring them to make any further attempts at disrupting what she now considers hers and Claudio's private moment. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides, aching for release, as if begging to be put to use in teaching these meddlesome interlopers a lesson they won't soon forget.

Her anger only grows as more members of the watching group reveal themselves to be wood elves and dark elves alike, their forms rippling like mist before fading back into clarity once again. She grits her teeth and takes a deep breath, trying to rein in her temper and focus on what Claudio might want from them in this situation. His strange appearance only makes things worse; now everyone seems to be looking at him as if he were some sort of freak.

She glares daggers at the group, wishing she had some way to make them all disappear. Her chest heaves with barely contained rage, and her hands tremble with the desire for violence and destruction. The urge to lash out at these meddlesome interlopers grows stronger by the moment, threatening to consume her entirely unless she finds a way to control it soon.

Her eyes widen in surprise and anger as the truth is revealed; it seems they had been sent by her parents to keep an eye on her and report back. The realization stings, making her feel like a little girl again rather than the proud young woman she'd thought she was becoming. Her jaw clenches tightly as she struggles to maintain control of her emotions.

"How dare you spy on me!" She cries out angrily, stepping forward menacingly as she takes another step toward them. "I'm not some weakling who needs babysitting! I don't need your interference or your reports!" Her chest heaves with rage and humiliation; the thought of being treated like a helpless child by her own family is more than she can bear.

Without another word, she lunges forward, aiming for the nearest wood elf in the group. The girl's lithe body moves with surprising agility as she launches herself into combat; it seems her time spent training for battle has paid off, even if it was reluctantly. Her fists fly through the air, striking out at anything that moves and releasing a torrent of pain and fury with every impact.

Around her, chaos ensues as the rest of the group joins in the fight; but Vaelith barely notices as she becomes consumed by rage, driven to destroy everything and everyone who dare stand between her and her newfound sense of purpose.

Her fury-fueled strikes continue to rain down upon the frozen group of wood elves and dark elves alike as she feels Claudio's command take hold, freezing them in place against their will. It does little to quell her rage; if anything, it only serves to infuriate her further that someone else can control her so easily even now.

Tears of humiliation and anger sting at the corners of her eyes as she continues to lash out with renewed fury, her strikes becoming faster and more powerful with each passing moment. She's blinded by rage now, unable to think clearly or control herself; all that matters is the release she seeks through destruction.

Around her, the air crackles with untapped energy as she channels her anger into a new spell, one of her own design crafted from desperation and rage. The ground shakes violently as a surge of raw magical power erupts from beneath their feet, throwing several members of the group into the air like ragdolls before slamming them back down again in pools of mud and debris.

Vaelith stands amidst the chaos, her hair whipping around her face as she pants heavily from exertion. Her eyes glow with an unholy light; it's as if they're on fire with anger. She feels powerful beyond measure in this moment, invincible and all-consuming. And she likes the feeling far too much.

Her chest heaves violently as she tries to catch her breath, sweat beading on her brow and stinging her eyes. For a moment, the anger subsides ever so slightly, allowing some semblance of reason to trickle back into her mind. She looks over at Claudio, confusion and defiance warring within her expression.

"What do you mean?" she asks hoarsely, still panting from exertion. "This is what they deserve!" Her anger flares up again as if stoked by his words, threatening to consume her once more. She takes a step toward him, fists clenched tightly at her sides.

"You don't understand!" she cries out, the frustration clear in her voice now. "They spied on me, interfered with my life! They didn't give me a choice!" Tears roll down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles to control herself, but they only serve to fuel her anger further.

Vaelith pauses, her anger momentarily subsiding as she tries to process what Claudio is saying. He's right, of course; if she wants to become the powerful and skilled individual she knows she can be, then she needs to learn how to control herself under pressure. It won't be easy; the years of conditioning are deeply ingrained within her. But with Claudio by her side... maybe there's hope for her after all.

Slowly, she takes another step back from the group, still keeping them at bay with a glance but no longer attacking them directly. Her breathing begins to steady as she tries to calm herself down, focusing on the feeling of Claudio's presence nearby. It grounds her, gives her strength when she needs it most.

"I... I understand," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you for trying to help me see reason." Her amber eyes meet Claudio's once more, and for a moment, there is only gratitude and determination in their depths. They are bound by more than just magic now; they share something deeper, something that transcends the boundaries of species and tradition. Together, they can overcome anything.

Tears stream down the faces of the wood elves and dark elves alike as they writhe in agony, their skin beginning to char and blacken beneath Claudio's malevolent gaze. Vaelith watches, horrified but fascinated by the display of power, her heart racing with fear tinged with excitement. She realizes that she is witnessing a new side of Claudio, one more terrifying than anything she could have imagined.

But then an odd sensation washes over her; it's as if the burning skin before her is not quite real. She looks away for a moment, focusing on the forest around them, and suddenly the charred flesh is gone, replaced by healthy-looking wood elves and dark elves once more. Confusion clouds her features as she turns back to Claudio, waiting for an explanation.

What kind of magic was that? She wonders, unable to shake the feeling that this was somehow connected to their newfound connection; the bond they share between them now. Whatever the case may be, it is clear that Claudio's power far exceeds anything she could have dreamed possible. It's both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

"What... what just happened?" She asks shakily, her eyes fixed on Claudio's face for any hint of an answer. This is territory she has never explored before; a world filled with possibility and danger, where the line between friend and foe grows ever thinner. Despite herself, she finds that she doesn't want to look away anymore.