The strangest feeling settled somewhere deep in Jonah’s chest as he grew accustomed to the world he’d suddenly been thrust into. At first there was confusion — then fear. But August’s company and guidance quickly eased all of it with relative ease. For whatever reason, although August was a complete stranger, Jonah felt… comfortable with him. Perhaps it was somewhat due to the strange resemblance they had, which Jonah discovered while peering into his reflection in a nearby pond with August by his side.
August laughed in the gentle way Jonah had come to know. “It appears as if we may have been twins,” he commented. It it weren’t for Jonah’s clothing and hair, they may have been mistaken as relatives.
August continued, “funny thing too. I had a brother once, long ago. You remind me a lot of him.”
A brother. The word stuck in his mind for some reason. A part of him was curious as to what happened to this brother of his, but… judging by August’s diction, it might have been better not to inquire about his had-been brother. It might’ve been a sore topic, and the last thing Jonah wanted was to displease his kind host. He’d been so generous to him, Jonah hardly had any idea what to do. All the chores were taken care of in mysterious ways, for he’d never seen August actually do them… so he presumed something akin to magic was going on here. And when questioned about it, August laughed and nodded, confirming his suspicions.
“You’re quite right. I do know magic. Mostly white magic — I’m something of a healer. But I do know some other utilities aside from regeneration and whatnot.”
August pursed his lips a little, coming to an idea. “Actually, I think it’s about time you take up a job as well. You’ll be able to safely explore and take on jobs of your own — and I’m sure you must be bored reading books all day. My library isn’t that impressive, after all.”
Jonah begged to differ, honestly. He could sit down with a good book for the rest of his life, provided it had enough pages to last that long. But getting a job seemed like a good idea, since he did want to help out as much as he could in some attempt to repay his host.
Thus, Jonah left to join the magician’s guild, and proved to be quite the potentially powerful spellcaster — that was, if he could get a better grip on his control. He was clumsy at best and barely made it through training in one piece, but nevertheless he survived, and once he exited the guild hall after his graduation, he felt a sigh of relief escape him. His new hooded cape and staff were barely any compensation for the kind of trouble he went through to obtain them, but either way he figured he ought to grab a bite to eat before heading back to August’s.
He made his way to the tavern, albeit tentatively. Unfamiliar crowds like the one occupying the tables now intimidated him a little. Except — oh. Oh. He caught sight of a fair-haired boy talking up another (short) kid with green eyes. He didn’t care much for the latter, instead finding his gaze glued to the former.
Come to think of it, hadn’t he seen him before from training? He was… Trace. The precocious wizard-to-be who as brilliant but often in trouble with the elders for doing ridiculous things, like trying to be a human windmill, beating up his fellow students with his big stick… the list went on. Jonah smiled, glad to see a somewhat familiar face. There was always something that drew him to Trace for whatever reason. It could’ve been his infectious smile, maybe, which Trace seemed to have plenty of.
Jonah picked a table not too far from Trace and his pal after ordering his food, sipping on a glass of water while he waited.