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The Wizard's Apprentice
“‘It’ll be easy,’ he said, ‘just go collect some ingredients for me,’ he said,” I muttered to myself. I made a mental note to smack him around a bit when I got back to the tower. First, though, that would require me getting out of this embarrassing situation. I was huddled in front of old man Yaro’s market stall, a child-sized blanket clutched in my hands the only defense my body had from his leering eyes. My rear was open for business, as the market folk would say. I had neither enough fabric nor enough hands to cover my pert derriere. People were staring, I was dying of embarrassment, but I couldn’t go back home without all the spell components my master needed. Plus it was kinda my fault that I was in this situation.
I should probably go back and start from the beginning. I am Anistasia (please just call me Stacy), the fourth child of a long line of mages. Despite my lineage, it was all I could do to get placed as an apprentice, something about “lack of talent” whatever that’s supposed to mean. Anyway I finally got apprenticed (that’s another story, ugh) but it was to this wacko old man who I’m half convinced is trying to start the apocalypse. Anyway I refuse to go back home a failure so I’m stuck with him until he thinks I’m good enough to finish my apprenticeship and move on to the University.
So when Master gave me a list of ingredients to harvest today I set off full of vim and vigor. I knew I’d be going to the market so I wore a dress I’d been saving for just such an occasion. Knee-length, it was a very nice light blue cotton piece. Not too much neckline (I’m not a harlot!) but it did show a taste and almost hinted at my cleavage. Or it would have if I had a lot, I’d never admit it publicly but I have a bit of a complex about my smaller breasts. They just didn’t seem to grow much when I hit puberty. These days I’m mostly over it, but I can’t help but wish I had larger ones.
