Arrival

[Arle Nadja]

...Unable to learn magic. It was a common fate in her world, easily lost on her as being unnoteworthy. She wasn't sure what quest Warren was referring to. Perhaps her quest to understand her circumstances? A memory flashed through Arle's mind and she spaced out for a moment. She'd woken up without her powers once before. She was laying in a cold dungeon, a white haired wizard of darkness sapping her strength from her and taking it for his own. In the other dungeons laid the skeletal remains of those that hadn't managed to free themselves as she had. Her guards were monsters, eager to prey upon the charming mage. When the wizard had gone, it became their downfall. Arle drifted back into reality, a tension in her body melting away and a breathe she'd been holding escaping her in the form of a gentle sigh followed by a deep breath. The mage shook her head slightly as if to clear the fog from her mind. Her gaze focused back in on Warren. That haunting trip down memory lane had felt like it lasted several minutes, but she found that Warren was still talking. In reality, it had only lasted a few seconds. She'd only missed a bit of what he'd said. She now knew that if it were anything like last time, relearning her incantations would be enough to fix her problem.

The subtly shaken mage pushed the memory to the back of her mind, not wanting to dwell on it. It was one of many of its kind and a far cry from the worst. Thankfully, Warren finishing what he had to say gave her a moment she needed to regain her composure. "...Sure, I guess! It's been a while since I went to school. I think the last time was on Primp..." Arle would reply, accepting Warren's offer of teaching her. She wasn't sure what exactly he was offering, but she might as well hear him out she supposed. With just her fire spell, she'd be quite vulnerable. Because of her distressing flashback she hadn't had the presence of mind to take notice of what was beginning to become a theme with the help he offered. "I should be fine if I can just relearn my magic somehow, but I don't know if they can teach me the magic from my own world, so..." Arle went on to explain, holding up her arms in a helpless shrug and making a face that read 'what can you do?' In reality, there was a good chance there were some severe differences in the way magic worked between her world and the mage's guild of Dalaran. After all, what were the odds that it was populated with her people? As much as she'd enjoy seeing her old teachers again, she wouldn't wish her crazy life on them. They were strong mages, but they deserved the stable life they sought. She on the other hand was very happy traveling in search of adventure. "Wanna get going~?" Arle would finish after a moment, a bright smile returning to her face. She'd allowed herself to forget the memory from earlier again.