You hate to see them go, but they always do. Always off on some magical adventure you’re never told details about.

You gaze at their back as your mentor prepares to leave, plucking items off of the shops’ shelves and placing it in their satchel.

“Will you be ok while I’m away?” Asra suddenly asks, looking at you with those dreamy purple eyes.

You know they care for you, but they always must leave—they must travel the Arcane realms.

For knowledge, knowledge they can teach you later.