[Inoni]: 62.Voodoo Priestess Nimeesha.An Introduction

An Introduction

Nimeesha sat perched upon a tree stump, her blood red hair spilling over her shoulders, and cascading down around her slim white arms. The pure blackness of her simple, strapless gown only made the yellow of her eyes seem brighter. The sun shone warmly on her face, and she conjured up a slightly breeze to cool it's hot sting. Only a few minutes would pass, before she'd know her destiny...

She'd studied for years, Nim had. She'd worked up for a toddler who knew nothing, to a gifted child. She had always been an apprentice, and had managed to earn the status of 'Amateur Curse Artist', which was better than being class-less, at the young age of eleven. It was only four years before she became a 'True Curse Artist'. But no sooner had she gained this class, she had decided to multi-element away from her strong talent, wind. Her second strongest was fire. It went well for a month or so... Until her sucess was halted by 'The Technicality'.

Kauna paced back and forth across her kitchen, chewing her lip nervously. Her short, dark red hair was spiked back dramatically from her aged but enthusiastic face. Her eyes usually shone with brightness and creativity, but today they were clouded with worry. Kauna was not particularly slim, but she was not extremely overweight. She had the usual curves and bulges that one might expect from a mddle aged woman, but that didn't stop her from wearing the same 'revealing' clothes her apprentice wore.

A knock came abruptly upon Kauna's door. The older woman opened it and peered outside. A trim, professional looking woman. "Here," was all she said, handing a manilla folder over to Kauna. The trim woman paused after turning to leave. Then, she whispered softly, "...Tell Nimeesha not to let go of faith," Kauna nodded, and then tucked the manilla folder under her arm and followed the trim girl out the door. Then, she turned and set off down a dirt path in search of her apprentice, who eagerly wished to see the news under her Mistress's arm... What would be the consequences of 'The Technicality'?