A Gift From Draven

"Why do you have such an expression, child?"

"I-I…"

"Were you scared?"

Ember looked down as she nervously chewed on her lips.

"It's nothing to be scared about."

"But the butterflies…"

"No one expects perfection on their first try," Leeora explained. "Even elves, who are born with a strong affinity for nature, have difficulty using magic when we are young. Some of the weaker elves won't even be able to control the magic in their cores, and when they try to use magic for the first time, incidents like yours happen." Leeora tried to comfort her. "Everyone has to go through it including me."

"You too, Elder?" 

"Of course."

"But you are not a weak elf. Since you are a High Elder, aren't you very strong?" Ember asked.