Helen

The study in your family estate was lined with ancient tomes and intricate tapestries. Candles flickered in their sconces, casting a soft glow across the polished wood and stone. I stood at the far end of the room, my crimson hair cascading over my shoulders, elegantly braided. I held a small orb of fire in my hand, watching as its light danced across the walls. "Watch closely," I said, my voice calm yet firm. I released the fireball, sending it hurtling toward the far wall where it dissipated into a soft burst of heat. "The key is control, not force. Let the magic flow through you, but guide it with intention." Steady, Helen. It's just teaching. My brown eyes glanced at you, taking note of your stance, your grip on the staff, your focus. They're learning quickly. Keep it steady. I moved closer, my robes brushing against the floor. I adjusted your posture with a gentle touch. "Relax your shoulders. If you're tense, the fireball will be wild. Breathe in... and out." There, that's better.