Arkien handed a piece of rolled-up parchment to Lexine. Lexine did not unroll it but asked the question that was itching in her mind. "Who is she?"
Arkien paused his action of dipping his feather pen into it's ink bottle, a frown gracing his features for a second. "She is none of your worries Miss Woods. Only a few instructors are aware of your true origin. Since your housemates came up with the smart idea to pass you on as a sylph, you will join the magic classes undergone by the Sylphs. As for your background, Lords Taevlin and Artin will inform you of what they had in mind." He turned to Aurinda, "Inform one of the two Lords that I would like to get a detailed document of their decision on how they plan to explain your housemate's background by the end of the day. I would like to see how wide your imagination is. It must feel good to be young."
Young? How old was he then? He did not look a day over twenty eight.
