Mythshaper

Since Rosalyn came to visit us, it had completely fallen upon me to entertain her.

The institution was closed today, but at Rosalyn's insistence, I brought her along for sightseeing—to show her around the place, tell her where I practised, and with whom. Eran and Diana tagged along after our morning practice. All they remembered of my aunt was the spell where she created snowflakes, and were eager to see what else she could create now.

Despite the institution being closed, there were still dozens of young boys and girls on the field, practising their skills to gain better control over them or simply earn a few attribute points to make life easier. Half of the pupils weren’t even there for mastery; only a fraction of the total number of students wanted to pursue higher education and a more ambitious life.

With Rosalyn accompanying us, more than a couple of heads turned in our direction. In spite of her arrant nature, my aunt was pretty and foreign enough to catch people’s gazes. She also carried a particular haughty air, the kind so common in storybooks about high patrician nobles, making others think twice before approaching her.

“Looks like a nice, cosy place,” she said, her eyes drifting towards the mountains beyond the buildings. “It’s a bit smaller than I imagined, but the scenery is nice.”

“How does the Oracle Academy compare to our faculties?” I asked.

Rosalyn spared me a look. “Compared to the Oracle Academy?” She laughed. “Merely one of its facilities is bigger than this whole institution and field.”

Of course, that had to be the case, considering the Oracle Academy was the pinnacle of mystical studies, whereas this was merely the primary.

“As for the whole,” my aunt paused, “the Oracle Academy practically controls an entire city for its students and faculty members.”

“A whole city?” Eran asked, flabbergasted. “Is that bigger than Karmel?”

“It is,” Rosalyn said, a quirk on her lips.