"If you want to go back to your room," Vaid smiled and began his work. Slowly the energy around the room began to thicken around everyone. Lyra's eyes remained closed and Vaid let the words fall from his lips to activate his spell. It was similar to curing burnout but instead of pulling energy though the environment into the victim the energy would flow though Vaid first, allowing it to be converted into a form of energy that Lyra's body could understand. This would simulate what Lyra would be able to do after a about a month of training, after she had learned to control the natural energies in the world.
"Lyra," the familiar voice whispered. "Lyra," the sound of the voice rang like a thousand bells in the distance playing the sweetest memory. "Lyra, open your eyes," this time the voice was anything but a whisper, the female voice rang clear and true as if the woman were standing right in front of Lyra. As she opened her eyes Lyra realized that she was not in the workroom any longer. Instead she was somewhere else, somewhere that couldn't possibly exist. She was standing in the middle of a forest, though it was one she did not know. The colors around her were more vivid than anything she could have every imagined, greens more vibrant than even the first grass of the spring, browns deeper than any night, oranges that seemed to outshine the sun itself. The air shimmered in this place and far away in the sky Lyra could see castles floating on top of cloud. Lyra looked around and noticed a tree with Vaid's face on it, he looked to be in complete harmony. The tree was the largest one in the area, large enough for ten people to hold hands and barely make a complete circle around it's base. "Lyra, it's nice to finally talk to you," a voice came from behind Lyra. She spun around and looked, standing before her was a woman. She was impossibly tall, at least six foot five, her hair flowed in waves down to her ankles and changed color slowly resembling the colors of the forest. Her eyes were a bright green and it seemed as if you stared long enough you could loose yourself in them. Her sink was a perfect, not marred by anything, and was a soft cream color. She wore a dress of leaves and bark that seemed itself to be alive too.
