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"Like this?" The boy held up the mortar he was grounding herbs in.
The old man would peer over the boy's shoulder into the mortar, letting out an exhasperated sigh. "No, no, no. Seth, how will you ever learn this stuff if you do not pay attention?" He took the mortar and began to vigorously ground the remaining specks of herbs into a fine dust. When he finished, he handed it back to Seth. "You see? No lumps. There can't be any lumps for this spell."
Seth would sigh. "Yes, sir..." He was only nearing a thousand years, so still looked like a teenager, as a wizard's paige should. He already had quite a temper on him, though his master's temper was a tad bit more intimidating, so he rarely stepped out of line.
He set the mortar on the table and bent over the book the spell was scribbled in. It was one of his journals, in which he took notes on the wizard's lectures. Witchcraft was proving a bit more difficult to master than he'd thought. Far more difficult than just using his own magick. But he hated using it... Every time he tapped into his magick, he was reminded of what he was, and where he'd come from. So, Rhia suggested he learn the magick of humans as she had. Granted, she still preferred to use his father rather than bother with the preperation of spells. They took too much concentration and time, and were much too unpredictable as far as results if one wasn't paying enough attention.
After reading what came next for the spell, he'd hop off his stool and make his way through the many bookcases lining the laboratory, on which countless ingredients for every spell within the wizard's knowledge was kept. Needless to say, it was the largest library of its sort in the world. He knew his mother sure would love to spend days playing around with the things on those shelves. He found what he needed and pulled it down, heading back to his seat. Just a drop... Good. He was ready for the second step.
"Master?"
"Why don't you go up to the shop, Seth. Clean up, then make dinner. That will need to sit over night before you're ready.
"Yes, sir."

((A few of you will know the wizard. Isn't really a good sample to portray Seth's character in his first millenium, but it does give a bit of a look into why he rarely uses his magick. Oh, and in response to the comment on the last post, these aren't scripts for a comic, but I'm an artist as well, and those that made comments about wanting to see pictures knew that. I am hoping to do a comic later on down the road for this storyline, dealing with Rhia's early life in the Colony, but it will be geared towards the much younger crowd. We'll just have to see where my drawing talent goes later on to decide whether or not to make a comic geared for the rest of us.))