[i]He laughed; her story was so... innocent. Alon envied her, in a way; to lead such a straightforward life was almost foreign to him. Looking her over, he even felt a tinge of sadness; she'd learn one day that this life was not one for the frail or weak, and he knew she'd survive... like any good mage, she'd adapt. [/i] Oh! An academy, eh? I'm one of those lucky one's that have... um... special ancestors, put plainly. I learned quickly, but a majority of my abilities are self taught. I've travelled enough to learn many tricks; the fell arts of darkness as well. That's my newest endeavour. [i]He ran his bionic through his hair, too short to be messed up; mlre of a calming gesture. The thought of his travels seemed to irk him, bringing up unpleasant thoughts that furrowed his brows.[/i] What do you specialize in? I'm proficient in wind and fire more than anything; my first tomes were those two spells. [i]His desperate attempt to veer the conversation away from his history was apparent, and he looked away from her as he collected himself.[/i] And not to be rude, but my name actually isn't Alonfé. That's the title you'd find in the stories, anyway. The tales others will tell you if they've heard. Or lived, rather...