"Just follow the directions, they said... You won't get lost, they said... It'll be fun! They said..." Maxine, or Max as she preferred muttered. The young brunette was off to see her new master for the first time, at least she hoped so. Max turned down a street, looking at the directions intently trying to figure out just where she was going. Kylm Arcania Desoto. That was the name of the woman who was going to teach the young thirteen year old. She had sent the directions, but never bothered to meet with her young apprentice or pick her up like most of the other masters. Unfortunately, Max was absolutely horrible with directions. Blue eyes scanned the streets for any signs described in the directions. Often, even when given the most direct and simplest directions, Max ended up on the complete other side of town. Her pale hands clenched the paper tightly, as if afraid to lose it. The bag on her back held only a few items. She only had a few anyway. It wasn't like she needed much more. The streets were busy that time of day. Magicians held their apprentices close, glaring at many who stepped too close to their charges. Mothers in comparison seemed less clingy. They simply held their childrens' hand while magicians practically had their apprentice's heads in headlocks. An air of tension seemed to follow everyone around, despite the happy screams of children and laughter of adults. Max shrugged this off, turning onto another street before finally reaching the house described. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked on the door. The young girl fidgeted, pulling on her long tunic as her brown trousers bounced slightly with her movements. Her boots tapped the ground, Max looking around before knocking again. Was this the right house? She hoped so. She wanted to meet her new master after all.