For five days, I spent every waking hour in Haven studying under Emlica. Occasionally, Nithalee would join us, or Korra would drop by, a breath of fresh air from the rigorous training put upon me by the remnant librarian.
"Come on, cheer up a bit. I thought you loved magic!" Korra said as she half-carried me from the library at the end of the fifth day.
"I do, but...she's merciless," I mumbled, shivering to myself. "She doesn't even let me read the books first! It's just 'cast this way,' and 'fix this rune here.' How can I have fun when she makes it such a chore? Sure, I'm progressing way faster this way, but still!"
She nodded sagely. "That's why I gave up on magic. It was satisfying when it came together, but I'm not one for sitting still."
"I can't believe you even made it to seventh level," I muttered, shaking my head. "You're just like Luke. You'd rather go to the cemetery than a library."
"At least at the cemetery you can fight ghosts."
