The Academy: clever got me this far; tricky got me in

Metaphorically my hag is graceless, ugly, twisted, and wrought by the corruption she has succumbed too. And yet as she stands before him, she remains as she always has been. Her body curved and well mannered, legs slim and strong; her storm gray body splashed by white hairs on her legs and underbelly, her half bald face sober and emotionless… and even her mismatched eyes portray a sort of ruthless sagacity. She simply is; present and here within the shadows, listening as he speaks to her and tells her of what he has learned. Within herself she smiles, admittedly proud of hearing what he has to say, and she shows it by a single twitch turned to smile upon her lips. She breathes, her chest rising and falling, he thanks her and she approaches him, the earth at her feet flowing freely and the elements calm.

She embraces him; her chest meeting his, and her neck laying across his body. The hag renders him here out of preference to him, and she draws away. stepping back as shadows nip at her ankles and feet; “You have learned something important,” she nods her head and clears her throat. “I must admit, you have learned something that, I, as a rogue am granted to see. Perhaps Marshall, when the time comes, you will use what you learn for a greater purpose than simply living within the walls of your home.” She is not crude, but she is severe, pride emitted in her voice, and yet she draws in a breath. Turning her head and exhaling, a series of flowers blossoming where her breath just strokes the ground; and she looks back at him. She turns herself, walking towards the thick tree and bush line where her glade lingers; she pauses, turning her head and glancing back at him; “you are not done yet though, learn from your students as they learn from you; should you need to find me, I am in Desreal.”

And she is gone.