The Robe Pt1

"This is your robe when you are stong enough to master it's energies and wear it." The platinum-haird Elf said to her apprentice.

"It is pretty Aunt Marial." Sineliniel remarked as she twirled one of her golden locks around her finger.

"Indeed. But for now let us just leave it on the rack until you are strong enogh." The Older Mage leaves the cottage on an errand shortly afterward leaving the young apprentice to her studies.

Sineliniel contemplates the Robe feeling it's power call to her...