Alys Glasse
It said a great deal about Alys's past, that she'd never had to consider more sinister uses for her magic. In fact, her childhood was wholly unremarkable, save for the fact that she'd been an Abandoned (and who wanted to be that, when it meant the gods had turned their faces from you?) and a Seer (and who needed that sort of judgment?) and had spent most of her early life more or less alone. She couldn't say that she'd had a perfect youth, but neither had it been terrible. It had simply been. Perhaps that was why she wanted more now - she was tired of just existing. She wanted to do something more.
But Deimos kindly pointed out the direction to the Academy, and Alys committed it to memory. She really did plan to seek out - oh, what was the leader's name again? - and ask for admittance. Deimos had been a patient mentor, but he seemed to have quite enough going on without adding Alys's training to the list. Better to spend her time among others looking to learn and grow, in a place meant to enable them to do just that. "You know the head of the Academy, don't you? I think you told me before. What's she like?"
But Deimos kindly pointed out the direction to the Academy, and Alys committed it to memory. She really did plan to seek out - oh, what was the leader's name again? - and ask for admittance. Deimos had been a patient mentor, but he seemed to have quite enough going on without adding Alys's training to the list. Better to spend her time among others looking to learn and grow, in a place meant to enable them to do just that. "You know the head of the Academy, don't you? I think you told me before. What's she like?"
