A Journey Begins
"...I did it–I did it!" He let out with a surprised smile.
Celly nodded, "You did…now, I have nothing left to teach you."
"--" He glanced up at his tutor.
It was clear that the smile she had was one of pride and joy of her student's achievement, but it did have a certain sadness to it.
As he released the trio of water-shaped dragon heads, letting them dissolve into a sprinkle of rain, he turned around to face his teacher, who knelt down to match his gaze.
"Emilio, over this past year, you've become a wonderful mage. You're ready for the world ahead of you now," Celly told him, "You'll surpass me in no time."
"--" He was left devoid of words, only able to nod.
Of course, instead of words, they instead shared a hug in celebration of this achievement for the young practitioner of magecraft.