"Uncle, how is this?" A young girl was moving a weaving through the air for her teacher to evaluate. It was peak grade 5 which if anyone knew she was only 35 years old, would be stunned to know she was at the 2nd Circle.
She had shoulder length dark hair and an inquisitive glint to her dark eyes but the man slightly covered in dust shook himself as he looked up. He had been lost in thought for a year it seemed but he smiled at her work.
"You have stabilized your traces but 3 of your sigils are thicker than the rest. Without the balance, you will be stuck in mortal grade." Ilyria smiled at first but then pouted at the last part.
"It is hard!" Lind smiled as she was actively like the 12 year old she looked like. Still, her mind was finally maturing enough to be on her own for a time.
The steady breath of the massive Divine Guardian was constantly with them but Lind finally looked like he had figured something out.
