The child First Enchanter Irving had sent her to check in on looked pathetic; there simply was not any other way to describe the miserable child. The poor thing was sniffling and Lee was half afraid the boy was going to choke on his own tears if he didn’t let it all out. Sighing she raked one hand through her hair trying to decide how she should approach the boy, it seemed presumptuous to tell him she knew how he felt.
From what the First Enchanter had told her his journey here had been… difficult. She had a feeling that the First Enchanter was understating what had happened and had made sure to bring along a few of her potions but she was hoping she would not need them. She didn’t want to picture the Templars hunting down a young child. Not that she blamed him of course, for running that is, if she had known what was happening when the Templars carried her here she probably would have tried to make a run for it as well. She didn’t know though and that was something that made a difference, he had to have known exactly what being a mage meant, had to have known where he was going, known and better yet understood that nothing in his life was ever going to be the same. It must of have been terrifying for him, it probably still was.
Tugging on her earlobe with her free hand she tried to think of what to say, how to explain that being a mage wasn’t the end of the world when there were still days when she still thought it was. The First Enchanter was going senile if he thought she was the best person to comfort and inspire a new apprentice all she could in vision was sending the child into hysterics. Over thinking it was not going to help her any so it was with a solemn sigh Lee push off from the doorframe and slowly shuffled towards the young boy.
Quietly making her way over to him she took the chance to observe him more closely… he looked more pathetic than she had first thought. He seemed younger than she imagined and misery seemed to be leaking out of hi very pores if that was even possible. He was filthy and his tears had made huge tracks on his cheeks were they had washed away the dirt and his clothing… they were in shambles. She was surprised that his outfit hadn’t simply dissolved; it looked as if a strong breeze would blow the material to bits.
Taking in a deep breath she walked a few steps closer, gently placing the tray of food she had brought with her down on of the nearby chests, and sat down on one of the other beds. Folding her hands in her lap she pointedly kept her eyes off of him, she didn’t want to embarrass him and was afraid of how he would react to her seeing his tears. She recalled a few of the girl’s from her dormitory being particularly sensitive about being caught crying and all she needed at the moment was to upset the boy without even saying anything.
Biting at her lips nervously she cleared her throat once as she attempted to figure out how to begin. She should have thought this out better beforehand or asked the First Enchanter what to say instead of sitting here like a fool. Sighing once more she came to the conclusion that nothing was going to be accomplished if they both sat there silently. The boy hadn’t had anything to eat since he arrived and if his trip was as trying as it had made out to be she wasn’t sure he had even been given anything then either, not to mention he was clothed in rags and smelled as if hadn’t bathed in months and it was high time all of these things were corrected. Nodding to herself she raised her chin up, determined, and spun around to face the child.
With her head held high and her posture absolutely perfect she looked every inch the noblewoman she had been born to be but would never be in this lifetime. “I brought you food if you are hungry. Why don’t you come down and have some? If you want you can ask me anything you want to know about.”