Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

Akhtar had no head for politics (a lie).

He also, however, had no patience for this (a truth). His apprentice was to stay his apprentice until such a time the master felt comfortable releasing the pupil from his service and allowing him to blossom.

This was not that time. Akhtar felt the urge to snap peevishly, but instead, he sighed.

That he has. I had thought to separate them as best I could, but I do not believe that will work for long. His eyes scanned the meadow beneath their feet, as though hunting for something. When he didn’t find it immediately, he grumbled something to himself, lowering his nose to the ground.