I come from a privileged Felwithe family. I was urged at an early age to have children and become a lady. I was bored, I wanted to see and explore new places, and have adventures. At my 8th birthday party, my mother hired an enchanter. I was charmed with her display of magic. On the eve of my coming out ball, where I would be presented to society, I spent the night with a wizardress at the guild. She was an older woman with no children or family. We talked of my interest in the arcane arts and of my situation. She told me to go to the ball, make sure that this was what I wanted, and if afterwards, I still wished the arcane life, come back to live in her hut and apprentice. I would be required to work and study hard. It would be very unlike the life I had now. I attended the ball, listening to ladies talk about how hard it was to get good help, how their husbands were eyeing the serving wenches and drinking too much. I was approached by quite a few suitors that night as I know my father was.
The next day I told my parents that I wished to apprentice and become a wizardress, seek adventure and hopefully do some good in the world. They were enraged at first. My mother argued that I had never done a day’s work in my life and wouldn’t know how to take care of myself. My father reminded me he had received quite a few offers for my hand. If I were to marry any of them, I would never want for anything in my life. I told them that I was not afraid of hard work and that when I chose a partner, it would be for love. I want someone to love me no matter what, whether he is rich or poor. As long as we have each other and he is good to me that is all I ask for. I am sure one day it will happen. They at last agreed, but told me that though they would support me emotionally, financially I was on my own.
So, I trained under the wizardress, worked and studied hard and soon she told me I was ready to be on my own. So I am setting out with only a few bags of provisions and my new skills.
