Ève turned her gaze to the left as an unexpected presence spoke next to her. She had not been informed that another applicant would be taking the entrance exam alongside her, but she had also not been told that she would be taking the test alone. Regardless, the presence of another applicant within the room did seem to relieve some of the pressure off of her, at least. If anything, she would have another applicant to directly compare herself to during the exam.
The judge's name struck Ève as familiar, but the mention of "Beriadan" seemed to ring a few bells within Ève's head as she recalled her old lessons, pertaining to the history and development of magical theory. Thankfully, the judge was quite vocal about his own accomplishments and the details surrounding those portions of her lessons quickly elucidated themselves within her memory. She was thankful for his pride, since had Beriadan been a more modest man, quite simply, she would have been clueless regarding his accomplishments and contributions to magical theory.
A slight surge of confidence began to well up within Ève's chest when Beriadan mentioned her "unusual" method of practicing magic. She had not informed the mage's guild of her usage of dance as a focus for her magic, but she wasn't surprised to hear that he knew of it. Rumors traveled fast within the magical community, and Ève's "dance-casting" had caused quite a stir among her old professors, especially when she had done it for the first time in public. With an invisible grimace, Ève recalled how hard her professors had worked to teach her traditional casting techniques, but to their (and her own) frustration, nothing quite worked. It took four years for her to generate magic without dance, but the manifestation of her vikta had always been weaker whenever she attempted any sort of traditional casting, in comparison to the potency of her vikta when she danced her spells out.
Ève returned Beriadan's gaze with a subtle and professional smile marking her features, one borne of confidence and grace. "No thank you sir, I have no questions and I am prepared to proceed with the examination."
The judge's name struck Ève as familiar, but the mention of "Beriadan" seemed to ring a few bells within Ève's head as she recalled her old lessons, pertaining to the history and development of magical theory. Thankfully, the judge was quite vocal about his own accomplishments and the details surrounding those portions of her lessons quickly elucidated themselves within her memory. She was thankful for his pride, since had Beriadan been a more modest man, quite simply, she would have been clueless regarding his accomplishments and contributions to magical theory.
A slight surge of confidence began to well up within Ève's chest when Beriadan mentioned her "unusual" method of practicing magic. She had not informed the mage's guild of her usage of dance as a focus for her magic, but she wasn't surprised to hear that he knew of it. Rumors traveled fast within the magical community, and Ève's "dance-casting" had caused quite a stir among her old professors, especially when she had done it for the first time in public. With an invisible grimace, Ève recalled how hard her professors had worked to teach her traditional casting techniques, but to their (and her own) frustration, nothing quite worked. It took four years for her to generate magic without dance, but the manifestation of her vikta had always been weaker whenever she attempted any sort of traditional casting, in comparison to the potency of her vikta when she danced her spells out.
Ève returned Beriadan's gaze with a subtle and professional smile marking her features, one borne of confidence and grace. "No thank you sir, I have no questions and I am prepared to proceed with the examination."
