However, for Luo En, that was an uncertain future, and one that could be changed.
"Listen to me, wear these large and long robes less in the future, they're nothing but a hindrance to movement. Mages aren't posts; flexibility and mobility are just as important to us."
A senior brother was imparting practical combat experience to his newly acquainted junior sister while peeling off the obviously ill-fitting, inferior mage's robe from her body and tossing it far into the dense forest.
Little Medea was naturally overjoyed at this, almost wishing she could clap her hands in delight.
That thing was stuffy and hot, and if it weren't for Aunt Circe insisting she wear it for the sake of an enchantress's dignity, she would never want to be wrapped in such a thick shell all day.
"My three silvers of Hera!"
