Two months after their date, the Goltbred heiress waited for her new 'mentor', again. They had been together for over a month and it was not at all by her well thought out decision. He had seen her paper about the adjustments to the defensive sigils and became enamored and relentless! She tried to tell the man that she had a mysterious old crone that filled that role hiding in the wings, but he wouldn't have it.
"The very fact that you memorized this and could recreate it on paper makes you worth teaching. You can just work directly under me while you are training."
Mint eyes showed off a 'troubled' expression. She could not refuse without seeming strange for being a young member of the Guild that wished *not* to have more personal teachers. The brunette knew he was right, in a cruel way.
