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"Kero... in the space of five minutes you learned how to undo a spell that took me years to fine tune... not only that you replicated it without breaking a sweat. A fast learner you might be... but tell me... when you learned to play the flute or hunt, did you learn how to do it over night or over a matter of days... perhaps weeks... and are you not still learning how to do this... perfecting your abilities each time?" Mica chuckles softly and places a fond hand on the cub's head. "No... you are developing a new talent.. one which seems to have supplanted your natural inborn link to fire. It can happen... One magical realm becomes suppressed by a stronger more wide ranging one. Fire is still in your blood... but I would say it truly isn't your realm of expertise."

Mica shrugs. "It could be one that crosses over between realms. Or perhaps one of those that embraces all... either way it will need to be determined. Do you remember how we tested you when you first arrived? I'll do much the same once again... and I fully expect you to keep up with your studies... just tell me if something seems impossible or difficult... also keep track of those things which seem second nature... or out of place... think you could do that, I suggest keeping a small diary, noting down anything odd... sometimes something as small as a change in taste could give us a hint as to your new leaning... and most of all... do not be afraid... don't suppress yourself, unless what you are doing feels wrong morally."

Mica's thin shoulders lift in an expressive shrug. "I wouldn't know why it should... except you were named after him for a reason. Perhaps someone did a reading at your birth. For a short time following one's birth, an individual's talents and auras can be read quite clearly, but a veil falls across this in a matter of minutes... it has been said that this is to protect t child from attempting or doing things before they are ready to do them... After all... no one wants an infant playing with fire or wielding a blade now, do we?"

Mica laughs heartily. "His element was from the void... that which is not... remember? After studying his writings for all this time you still have trouble remembering it, don't you? Nevertheless, this does not truly mean this is your element, child. I was only making a supposition. We will begin testing you to make certain which field it is. Fair enough for you?"

Mica sighs. "It frightened your sira with good reason, but you should have been learning how rather than avoiding it altogether. Was this something he asked you to do or something you chose to do out of concern for him? Teleportation lies in the realm of many talents. His concern at the time, if I remember correctly is that you did not yet understand the dangers involved or had any training in how to avoid them." He goes to his book shelf and pulls down a thin dust laden book and blows it off. "I really do need to clean these more often. I don't let anyone else do it for some of these books are priceless and others more dangerous than a novice might believe. This one though should help you understand the dangers and something about the ability. It really doesn't matter how you achieve the act... whether you do so with mind magic or through manipulation of matter and space... you are still shifting your position from point A to point B and it is that shift that causes most accidents. Your assignment tonight is to read this thesis and we'll talk it over tomorrow. Now... I bet you're hungry again, aren't you... absorbing those spells and replicating my magic no doubt used up a great deal of energy you will need to replenish. Let's see what kind of treats we can wheedle out of the cook and then I suggest you head back home. I'll make your absence square with Sharmistra. You need to rest up and I suspect Master Talesian needs checking up on as well. Did you even think to check up on him before you dug your way here?"

"Well... he is a grown man, but that had to be a shock, changing like that especially if he wasn't expecting it." says Mica leading the way to the kitchen where he manages to snag a venerable feast for the cub to take home and share... poppy seed cake, meat pies, roasted tubers, and a small green salad for Tam.

Tam is upstairs, huddled under the blankets, staring at the window. As Kero's head peeks up over the edge of the floor to the loft, he jumps sheepishly and flashes him a tiny smile.

"You are back early, kiddo.... get in trouble again?" he asks in a soft voice.