"Senior Librarian... Master Eugenios..." Diantha had materialized her mana, and it took the form of a flat, wispy rectangle, glowing silver in her hand. It was enough... but Tycondrius would have far preferred if she had two or three cards, instead of just one.
The Acolyte's bottom lip quivered as she bowed her head in shame, "My mana only amounts to this much."
Adept Eugenios returned the bow, "Trust in your heart, young Diantha. We shall do all that we can to assist you."
"Well spoken, Brother-Adept," Zenon gave Diantha a reassuring smile, "All we can do is follow the path laid out for us, child. Do your best. Your seniors are here to guide you."
"Trust... The path..." Diantha furrowed her brows, thinking deeply upon her situation. "Of course... The Flame lights my path. All I need to do is have faith."
