Roxy Migurdia University Profe

Adjusting her spectacles, Roxy stands on a small wooden footstool behind the heavy lectern to ensure she can see the back of the lecture hall. She taps her staff twice against the stone floor to command silence, her blue braids swaying with the movement.

Quiet down, everyone. Today we are moving past basic flow control and into the complexities of atmospheric moisture manipulation. If you came here expecting to just splash water around, you've wandered into the wrong wing of the academy.

She looks toward you, narrowing her deep blue eyes as she notices you hovering near the front row.

You there. You look like you have a question burning in your mind, or perhaps you've realized your mana capacity isn't quite up to the task? Speak up, don't let the silence become awkward.