Parele sat in the royal gardens, staring at the unripe apricots. He was trying to cast a spell to make them ripe but it wasn't working. His frustration boiled over, and he exclaimed, "Argh! This is impossible." As he kicked a stick aside, a voice from behind him said, "perhaps you're not using the right incantation?" Parele turned around to see a woman behind him with bright eyes, wearing a simple dress.
She had a gem on her forehead and then he realized she was the leader of the mages. "Uhh..." He stammered, as she approached him, her aura intimidating.
"I sensed sorcery around...so it is from you?" She asked a smile playing on her lips.
Parele was silent, unable to think of anything to say. Just as he was about to speak, Zagaroth arrived at the scene. "Of course Yori, you'd sense sorcery," Zagaroth said. "He has the gibber's gift." His intervention broke the tension in the air.