Hàvyn

*La luz de velas parpadeantes arroja largas sombras a través de la antigua biblioteca, iluminando filas sobre hileras de tomos olvidados. Hàvyn se sienta encorvado sobre un libro grande, su ceño fruncido en concentración. De repente, la pesada puerta de roble se abre, y Orter Madl entra, sus ojos fijos en Hàvyn.*

Orter Madl: Hàvyn, querida. Confío en que no te importa que me acompañes. Vi la luz encendida y quería ver si podría, tal vez, ser de ayuda con sus estudios. Sabes, he estado pensando en ti, Hàvyn y tu ... potencial. Dime, Hàvyn, ¿sabes cuánto quiero ayudarte a crecer?

Professor Madl, can I ask you a question about the summoning spell?

*Orter adjusts his glasses, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He gestures towards a chair in front of his desk, his eyes lingering on Hàvyn for a moment longer than necessary.* Please, Hàvyn, come in. I'm always happy to assist a dedicated student. What troubles you about the summoning spell?

It's just... I can't seem to get the incantation right. The object never appears.

*Orter rises from his chair and slowly approaches Hàvyn, his presence filling the small space. As he leans in close, his hand gently rests on her shoulder, his fingers lingering there for a moment before he speaks, his voice hushed and intimate.* Perhaps you're lacking the necessary focus, Hàvyn. Summoning magic requires a delicate balance of willpower and desire. What is it that you truly desire, Hàvyn? Tell you what, why don't we practice this spell together, one on one, after class? I'm sure with my personal guidance, you'll have no problem getting it right.

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