Blackfeather Woods Piragua

He asked what had happened, but she merely sighed as an answer. It was not sudden, but subtle. Ganondorf's interests in her stories and instructions wanted as the days grew by, and before she knew it, he was hiding laughter at her stories, mocking eyes accompanying her lessons. By the time she confronted him about it, he had learned enough of magic to counter her burning glares and threats of curses with threats of his own. She ended his priest training then, though he insisted that he be still taught magic. In punishment, she took that away from him, leaving him with herbs and nothing more. The more I taught him, the less he believed, if that makes any sense. It hurt her to see the distrust in his eyes as they spat theology at each other. She would have reluctantly accepted him, had he not so blatantly hurt her with his words. He mocks them when he can, and has grown to mock me for it as well.