Lightchaser's brow twitched. She lowered her voice. "Which one? Also, if you do not mind, the teachers you mentioned, are these the kind who taught her at school?"
Nivalis said, "Oh, of course not. She found them herself out there. She loves doing that."
Lightchaser's voice went even softer. "About how many teachers does she have?"
Nivalis did not answer. She had received a warning from the BlueStar Judge.
The elf took that silence to mean something else. After a few seconds of quiet, she smiled.
She was beautiful to begin with. When she smiled sincerely, the sharpness and killing edge in her aura dulled for a moment, and her beauty came through. At least to Nivalis, who was shamelessly obsessed with good looks, the elf made a great impression. Nivalis floated closer and asked, "What are you smiling at?"
Lightchaser slowly drew the longsword from her back. "Oh, I just feel ridiculous."
After all that trouble to find her apprentice.
