After lunch, I met Ginger back out in the yard for more practice. I felt better after eating, but I was still a little worn out from training earlier. I knew we were going to move onto something new, which excited me. I wanted to learn more about what sorcerers could do, since I only knew a handful of things.
Ginger paced back and forth in front of me, as I stood there shifting on my feeting. I was waiting for her to give me the next instructions, but she seemed to be deep in thought.
Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. “What kind of a sorcerer do you want to be?”
“What do you mean? Like how do I want to use my powers?” This was not the kind of question I had anticipated from her.
“How would you want the world to know you as a sorcerer? The benevolent? The destroyer? The all powerfu
