1st, Spring, 515 AV
Katelyn followed several horse lengths behind her new patron, lost in thought and a little dazed. It still seemed like a dream, her transfer to Syliras and re-assignment as Mage-Squire. She wasn't quite sure yet if the dream was good or bad, but so far things were completely normal. Ser Moore didn't really act any different than any other normal person. He didn't have an air of mystery, and wasn't cryptic. The squire never would have guessed he was a competent arcanist.
She watched him curiously from her position, trying to find something different about him. Something magical. All he'd done so far since getting on the road was smile to himself and whistle quietly. The knight hadn't said much since this morning when they left the Outpost, and it was already midday. They would be stopping soon, and she wasn't sure she was ready to face him again. Here at the rear, busy with the task of riding, she could try to ignore the elephant in the room.
"What do you think of stopping here by the next bend?" Ser Moore suddenly accounted, half-turning in the saddle.
The startle it gave her sent a shudder down into Garrison, and he spooked violently at her sudden jerk. Sebastian, who was tethered behind the stallion, skittered out of the way while she calmed her horse. When he stood once more, albeit a little restless, she released a sigh and tried to smile.
"Sounds fine to me," was all she could finally muster.
When they dismounted and tied their horses up to browse, Katelyn found herself sitting across from her patron by the side of the road enjoying a small meal of crusty bread and cold ham. He didn't seem daunted by the silence, and ate with a small smile on his face. Kate on the other hand couldn't stop fidgeting, and she felt restless every time he looked at her.
"How about your first lesson?"
This question caught her off guard even more than the first, but for different reasons. She paled and quickly swallowed her mouthful of food, then took a shaky drink from her bloated waterskin.
"You mean with magic?" she asked tremulously after it was all washed down.
"Not exactly," her patron said slowly. "An informative introduction on the subject, let's say." He smiled at her reassuringly. "You need to know a lot before I can even think of teaching you real applications."
She relaxed visibly, and he noticed the change in her tense posture. The curiosity in her expression was enough for him.
"Let me start at the beginning. The first you need to understand is Djed. Djed is essentially the makeup of everything. The trees you see, the grass you sit on, the horses, everyone person on the face of Mizahar. It's the building blocks of existence, and there are three important laws that you must understand. Djed cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed. Secondly, some Djed is purer than other forms. Compare yourself to a tree, for example. A tree has Djed just like you, but it cannot manipulate it. You on the other hand can harness yours and use it as a tool. Thirdly, some transformations are irreversible. If start a fire, the Djed of the wood doesn't disappear. It changes as the flames eat it, and it will never be that piece of wood again."