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Ivar walked down the street, feeling the weight of the small bag on his shoulder. It contained the few things he thought he would need to practice magic: a notebook, a pen, and some bandages he had bought from someone who assured him they’d help if he got hurt. He had been scared to practice magic since Luna had given him the ability, afraid of what he might do or what might happen to him. But he was finally ready. He was tired of feeling powerless and unfulfilled, and he knew that magic was the key to unlocking his true potential.

As he approached Luna's house, Ivar's heart began to race. He had not seen her in weeks, and he hoped that she would be willing to help him with his practice. He knocked on the door and waited, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest as he called out Luna's name.

"Hello? Luna?"

Ivar had a shaky voice. He waited for a moment, then knocked again, more urgently this time.

"Luna, are you home? It's me, Ivar."

He could feel a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead as he waited for a response. His palms were slick with sweat, and he wiped them nervously on his pants. He had never been good at waiting, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. He did not know if she even still lived here. They had not spoken much since moving to the area.

Ivar felt relieved to see Luna once again. She was always so upbeat and cheery, and it was a refreshing change from his usual pessimistic outlook. He followed her inside and took a seat, sipping the tea that she had handed him. It was good, but he was more interested in catching up with her.

When Luna asked what he had been up to, Ivar sighed. He looked the same so there was not much for Luna to notice as far as differences went.

"Making do, mostly. I've been trying to scrounge up enough money to start my own business, but it's been tough."

He took another sip of tea.

"But, you know, I like living in Daravin. It's a good place to be."

Ivar's face grew somber. There was much he wanted to tell but he was not the type to spill his feelings especially since he had not seen Luna in what seemed like months. He still had to ask for help. That was why he was there, not to make small talk.

"About magic, I've been too scared to practice it properly. I don't want to mess anything up. I came to you hoping you can teach me if you have some spare time. I’ve come to realize that you were right about this place after all. The magic users have an advantage and I just need to learn enough to make my mark.”

He was surprised to see that Luna was not living with anyone. It made him wonder if he still had a chance. He could not bear to ask now, but later perhaps. He sighed again.

Ivar was impressed with Luna's ability to lift the cup. He hadn't known he had the ability to control things with his magic. He was expecting to be able to manipulate emotions, but telekinesis was fine too. He held out his hands dramatically and tried to form a field around the cup. To his surprise, he created a small distortion in space, like a smaller version of what Luna had made.

Excited by this new discovery, Ivar continued to try to move the cup. He concentrated harder, focusing all his energy on the cup. He could feel the energy surging through him as he willed the cup to move, but it remained stubbornly still.

“Stupid thing.”

Ivar took a step back and took a deep breath. He needed to calm himself down and focus. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind, trying to push all distracting thoughts away. When he opened his eyes, he felt like he could do it. He held out his hands once more.

“Fucking…”

Again, he tried to move the cup. This time, he could feel the energy flowing smoothly, like a river, from his hands to the cup. The cup started to shake, and Ivar felt a surge of satisfaction. He continued to focus, pouring all his energy into the movement of the cup.

“I did it!”

But just as he felt he was getting the hang of it, the cup suddenly fell to the ground, shattering into a hundred pieces. Ivar was stunned, his heart pounding with shock and disappointment. He had been so close!

Ivar took a moment to relax and sip on the tea that Luna had kindly provided for him. The warm liquid spread through his body and soothed his nerves. He listened carefully as Luna advised him to be careful and to stop if he began to feel any discomfort.

"I'll be careful. I'm ready to try again."

He set the teacup down and took a deep breath, focusing all his attention on the cup in front of him. He waved his hands enthusiastically, trying to grab it with the weave. To his surprise, he felt a gentle tug, and the cup moved a few inches. Excitement built inside him, but he quickly lost his concentration, and the cup fell back down with a clink.

Ivar tried again, focusing all his energy on the cup. This time, he managed to hold it in the air and even push it a little, but he felt that something was not right. The weave was flickering and unstable, and he couldn't quite control the cup's movements.

Frustration crept in as Ivar tried several more times, each attempt bringing him closer to success, but each time failing in the end. He could feel the magic flowing through him, but he just couldn't seem to master it well enough to control the cup completely.

“Should I feel bad for only getting this far? I don’t think I will be able to control it properly today. How long does it take to get as good as you?”

Ivar did not like how little he could do. He was expecting to be able to at least throw a knife when he heard of telekinesis.

Ivar focused his attention on the empty cup in front of him, feeling the semi familiar surge of energy coursing through his body as he prepares to use his magic once again. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself as he focuses his gaze on the cup, watching it intently. He can feel the energy building within him, a pulsing warmth that grows stronger with every passing moment.

Finally, he raises his hand, palm facing the cup. He feels the energy flow from his body and into his hand, a wave of power that he directs towards the cup. He concentrates, visualizing the cup tipping over, and suddenly he feels the energy release, a burst of force that sends the cup inching across the table.

Ivar took a deep breath, trying to focus all his energy on the stubborn cup. He had attempted to pull it towards him, but it had refused to budge. He didn’t feel that bad anymore because Luna cheered him up but it did not suddenly make him perform better.

"I can't do this anymore. I am way too frustrated."

Realizing that he had reached his limit for the day, Ivar thought about what he wanted to do next.

“Thank you for your help. I insist that I pay you for this help you’ve given me.”

He reached into his pocket and handed her fifty df.

"Take this. It’s the least I can do to thank you."

This sum of money was not insignificant but he thought it well earned. If he could afford to give more he could but he still needed to save for his business. As he had packed up his belongings and prepared to leave, Ivar had suddenly recalled something.

"Hey, Luna, I could spare more money if you’re free for other activities later."

He hoped she would pick up on his offer. He had been single for a while now and would enjoy Luna’s company.

Ivar sat lost in thought. Specifically, he was thinking about Luna and what he would do if she ever left town. Luna had been Ivar's friend for a while, and he had come to rely on her guidance and expertise. He felt that she was a decent teacher too. But Ivar knew that nothing lasts forever, and he couldn't help but wonder what he would do if Luna ever moved away.

He had considered trying to find another magic teacher, but he wasn't sure if anyone else could live up to Luna's standards. She was the only one who even knew he had magic. Finding someone else who could match her level of skill and expertise and be willing to do him these favors would be a challenge.

But Ivar also knew that he couldn't rely on Luna forever. He needed to become self-sufficient, to be able to practice magic on his own without relying on anyone else. He had made some progress under Luna's tutelage, but he knew that he still had a long way to go.