Light Spinner was enjoying a nice cup of warm tea as she rested between classes. As much as she enjoyed molding the next generation of sorcerers and sorceress's, the fact was that children had a tendency to grate on her nerves. She was fortunate in that most of her students took her lessons seriously but inevitably there were instances of spells she'd taught being used to either play immature pranks or shamelessly show off to their friends.

Without fail, many of these instances could be put at the feet of one particular student, the very same student whose arrival she was currently awaiting, Micah. The boy without question had the most potential out of all the students under her care, the problem was that due to his dissatisfaction with the structure of the curriculum at Mystacor he ended up wasting the power he had been blessed with, often skipping classes that didn't capture his interest instead opting to either seek his own amusement or attempting to convince the teachers of the more advanced classes to let him join. That was how they had come to have these private tutor sessions.

Micah was late for today's session, not that she was surprised. The boy suffered from a combination of a lack of ability to keep time as well as a short attempt span meaning that his being tardy was a rather frequent occurrence though he certainly did his best to arrive on time.

As if on cue, she heard the door opening and closing behind her. Putting down her cup and readjusting her veil, she turned to see her student approaching carrying a piece of paper with a nervous look on his face. He was up to something.

"Micah" she began in a slightly suspicious tone "what do you have there?"

Micah actually jumped a little and began scratching the back of his head while answering. "Uh well you see, earlier today I overheard Master Norwyn mention that it was your birthday today and I was to get you something but I didn't have any money and I wouldn't know where to go if I did so I decided to make you this I hope you like it!" He finished in a hurry while holding out the paper with a slight blush on his face.

Light Spinner took it with the gift being revealed to be a water painting of a large bird of prey painted entirely in orange. It took a moment for her to realize that she was looking at a likeness of her own glyph.

"Well?" Micah's voice broke through her examination of the picture "what do you think?" He asked the nervous smile from before returning in force.

She looked at the picture again. It wasn't the best drawing she'd ever seen to be honest but Micah had been in a hurry and she doubted he had that much practice. Besides she could admit -privately of course- that she was touched. As a woman without family and who struggled to make friends, birthdays tended to be lonely affairs and she had become accustomed to spending them at work without making a fuss over it. To receive a gift from a student, even one she was rather fond of, was a surprise albiet one she found she didn't mind.

"It's lovely Micah" she said finally and meaning it though more for the sentiment than the actual drawing itself. "I'll be sure to treasure this." That made him happy which was good enough for her. Setting the picture on her desk she stood up and moved to begin Micah's lesson for the day.

Several years later, Shadow Weaver would come across this same picture in her new office in the Fright Zone not sure how it had made the journey with her. Seeing it brought back a flood of memories, of the life she used to have, the home that would never take her back, the woman she used to be and the little boy who had such faith in her he defined the rulers of Mystacor at her request. At first she feels a surge of any and a desire to burn the picture to ash but, to her tremendous surprise, she finds the urge fleeing as soon as it comes and she settles for putting it back inside her desk drawer. She made a promise to treasure It and whatever other failings she may have, she feels oddly inclined to keep this pledge.