The Academy: for Pirate.

Aelina smiles at him in wonder and appreciation. There is something in Oracles that can be found no where else, Aelina thinks. Of all the Legends they, perhaps, have the most power, and yet it is only the wisest, only those who refuse to abuse it, who become chosen. There is something beautiful in that, something magnificent in a title that was won not by lies and deceit, not by power and strength. Aelina smiles and she, amber and night girl, is like sunshine.

“Very much,” she replies with a small nod. “Though I felt silly at first,” it is in moments like these where she is not afraid to be vulnerable in which her youth is completely visible. She loves her youth. And Aelina, even as she ages, will never lose this youth. Permanently it is caught in that light filled smile. “I realize now, though, that it is not about how much you know,” when she says this her voice is soft, smooth, and thoughtful. Aelina’s wind is lively and gentle today, carrying the sweet floral scent of the Academy. Floating along this breeze are her Fluttercheers, her new butterfly-like companions. “It is about how much you have learned and how much you care that your students learn, too.”

With a laugh and a bright smile, she finally says, “you can never learn too much. That is what I love about the Academy. There is always more. Always.”

This is wisdom, Aelina thinks.

“Pirate,” and now she inquires, tilting her head to the side and admiring the older stallion, “what is it like to be an Oracle?”

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