12-30-2021, 01:43 PM
Zot had departed his father's carriage upon entering the small village (if you could call it that) that was just outside of the school. You could see the impressive castle in the distance, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous. It was far more imposing of a sight than his father's meager castle. He wondered what kind of livestock lived there and if they would let him spend time with the horses and pigs as he did at home.
Once deposited in the heart of the village, he had made his way to the wand shoppe, which his father insisted he do first upon his arrival. It was an odd interaction with the man behind the counter, but he knew the moment the right stick had been laid in his hand that he had found his wand. It had been a foot-long stick made of alder wood, with what the man had promised was a real unicorn tail hair inside of it. Zot wasn't sure he believed that, but given that he had made the man float several feet off the ground when he gave it a wave he supposed there had been something magical about it.
He had been doing odd things ever since he was a small boy but it wasn't until Sir Emery had sat him down to discuss things that he had found out the truth, that he was a wizard. It made more sense as to why his father had claimed him, not just because he could carry the name of Drake onward but because he too had magical blood. He didn't like thinking about this too much however because it caused him anxiety.
Instead, with his new wand tucked safely away, Zot walked around the Trading Post taking in all the sights and smells the place had to offer. It wasn't long before he found himself drawn to the smithies, watching as they pounded metal with their hammers in their forges. He immediately missed Rube and Regis, his watchful guardians. He wondered if the school itself would be as impressive as it looked on the outside.
Once deposited in the heart of the village, he had made his way to the wand shoppe, which his father insisted he do first upon his arrival. It was an odd interaction with the man behind the counter, but he knew the moment the right stick had been laid in his hand that he had found his wand. It had been a foot-long stick made of alder wood, with what the man had promised was a real unicorn tail hair inside of it. Zot wasn't sure he believed that, but given that he had made the man float several feet off the ground when he gave it a wave he supposed there had been something magical about it.
He had been doing odd things ever since he was a small boy but it wasn't until Sir Emery had sat him down to discuss things that he had found out the truth, that he was a wizard. It made more sense as to why his father had claimed him, not just because he could carry the name of Drake onward but because he too had magical blood. He didn't like thinking about this too much however because it caused him anxiety.
Instead, with his new wand tucked safely away, Zot walked around the Trading Post taking in all the sights and smells the place had to offer. It wasn't long before he found himself drawn to the smithies, watching as they pounded metal with their hammers in their forges. He immediately missed Rube and Regis, his watchful guardians. He wondered if the school itself would be as impressive as it looked on the outside.
