"What elven lineage are you from, miss?" you ask, your voice calm even in the face of her previous words.
"I-I come from a very noble one," she replies with a startled expression. "We're t-thrice removed cousins from her majesty, yes indeed!" she exclaims, proud of it. You raise an eyebrow. "A-And I went just last month to a party of the most nobles of the elf court!"
"Don't the elves have a democracy?" you ask kindly.
Miss Shuu turns a startling bright red color.
"O-Of course! B-But we also have a monarch! In exile! But that's not something anyone knows. It's a very important elf secret!"
"Of course, of course," you reply calmly, with a knowing nod. Did her parents let her fall too many times on the ground or what?
There is an awkward moment of silence, that lasts until you ask her another question -startling her once more.
"Where did you learn your current skills, Miss?"
"I-I was taught by the greatest private masters there were available!" she says, "And-And my older sister's an accomplished Elemental Wizard, so she showed me her tricks, and taught me with her books, and my grandmother's a powerful necromancer, and she too taught me, because I was her favorite, and-"
"And why would you rather learn under me than under them?" you ask casually, an eyebrow raised.
"B-Because I also want to be an adventurer! Yes, a very exciting adventure is what I want! And-And well, they didn't have always time to help me, because they're so strong and powerful, they're always asked to do stuff for the elf government! B-But you wouldn't have heard of them, because they do secret missions for them! Very secret ones, b-but they benefit everyone, yes, they do!""
You calmly massage your forehead.
Your master taught you the benefit of patience -especially because you needed a lot to deal with him- but this is really starting to get quite heavy.
"Miss Shuu," you say calmly. "I think we can start our first lesson—"
And she quickly scrambles to take out a bloc notes and a quill feather.
You blink as she hastily uncaps the ink-pot, throwing ink everywhere on her clothes -but not caring, since they're black- and proceeding to grab the parchment and the quill to scribble down what you're about to say.
You speak slowly.
"The first thing to remember is that a wizard has only a modicum of shame, for the laws of physics and society mean little to them, though they must still value respect. An adventurer needs no shame, as they perform deeds that make all other eccentricities acceptable with time. And a necromancer cannot afford shame, for then they cannot even begin to learn the wonderful art. As such, shamelessness is an art worth mastering for any Awn-in-training, and one of the most valuable attributes one can have in life."
Shuu frowns. "What does Awn mean?"
"It's an Acronym," you reply. "Adventurous, Wizard, Necromancer, called 'Awn' for short. And you'd be a AAWN. An Apprentice Adventurous Wizard Necromancer..." the thought makes you stop for a moment.
Uh. 'Yawn' would be better, wouldn't it? 'Young Adventurous Wizard Necromancer'. A Yawn. AYAWN. Apprentice Young Adventurous Wizard Necromancer.
She quickly nods and scribbles it down.
"W-Will it be in a test?" she asks next, quite fearfully.
You sigh.
It's going to be a long trip home...
Other questions you wish to ask her?