magical trevor's back from his hiatus (for knifemonopoly)

[narcmagician]

[ Even six months since being summoned to the palace, Mahad feels ill at ease.

He tries not to worry about the hometown he'd left behind - the wisewoman one village down the river had mentored him, after all, so he knows the people's spiritual defense is in good hands. He tries to take each criticism he receives from the other priests to heart, the better to become worthy of the honor which landed at his doorstep when a messenger from the Pharaoh Himself (life, prosperity, and health to him!) arrived seeking the magician with enough heka to part the Nile. More than anything else, he tries to suppress the Ring: no, he suppresses the Ring, for if he should succumb for even a moment and let it feed on his own darkness, then Kemet too will fall. This is a burden, but one he gladly bears.

No, he dislikes the palace because it is simply too large. And the larger the place he takes his apprentice......the more places she finds to avoid him.

He can sense heka emanating from a pot in the courtyard, but it contains no stain of ill will, so he doesn't bother looking in. Instead, he simply stands next to the pot and inquires: ]

Is that where you're reading your lessons, Mana?