As another month winds down to a close, I’m eager to bring my latest tale to my patrons. When I pulled this month’s poll, I toiled with the concepts for a drama. Despite having a plethora of tales circling about my mind, sometimes it’s a little difficult narrowing down the cacophony to a single storyline. However, the moment I narrowed my options, the rough idea of a tale swelled to the forefront. This month I’ll focus on a little sibling drama, specifically Tiatha’s relationship with Leodor.
While these two do love each other, sometimes their relationship can be a little complicated. Despite accepting her position at Leodor’s Academy, Tiatha has become tired with the monotony of teaching young mages how to embrace their talents, without becoming subjugated under the council. As a result, she heads into her brother’s office to inform him that she must answer the wanderer’s call in her heart.
Grab a corner and join me as we follow the drama as these two siblings quibble about her future with the school.
Having grown tired of the monotonous grind of her scholarly duties, Tiatha seeks to leave the Academy to recapture life’s mystery…
Leodor’s gaze fell to the dying fireplace in his office as he slumped into his chair. “Tiatha, why do you feel the sudden compulsion to leave?”
Tiatha rose from the seat opposite her brother and glided across the room, stopping beside the dwindling fire. She squatted down, thrusting a fingertip toward it, and the flames responded by growing and intensifying. A piece of burning coal emerged from the depths of the contained blaze and tumbled past her. As the source of heat filled the chamber, Tiatha sauntered back toward her brother while her finger whirled about beside her hip. “I don’t recall making a vow that I’d be a member of your staff till death.”
“I didn’t mean to imply that you did.” With a long pull of the chilly air, his fingers tightened into fists while his teeth ground together. As a somber silence settled, he brushed his hand toward the smoldering ember and it rocketed back into the fiery embrace of its kin. “Despite that, over the last few terms, you’ve seemed to have embraced your work with your students, and I’ve caught a glimmer of pleasure in your conversations with your peers.”
Laughter cut through Leodor’s office as Tiatha folded her arms across her chest. “There’s a difference between happiness and contentment.”
“They’re related,” Leodor said through clenched teeth. With a sigh, he wiped a single bead of sweat from his brow as he leaned into his chair. “Besides, you have mentioned nothing to me that would indicate that you weren’t content with your duties.”
A series of clicks rushed from Tiatha’s mouth as her index finger swayed back and forth. As the last click rebounded off Leodor’s walls, Tiatha perched on the edge of her seat. “Just because I don’t complain about the dreary nature of my daily activities doesn’t mean that I’m not eager to break the monotony of it all.”
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