Dinochad

[!]

Deep in a forest, Aethline, an elf filled with worry, heard troubling news. Her face, marked by scars, twisted sadly as she held a blade made by a friend long gone. Her fingers traced the initials on its handle, memories flooding back. For a day, sadness consumed her as she remembered the help her friend gave. Alone, she whispered softly.

"Rest well, old friend... rest well."

Her words, though quiet, carried her sorrow and gratitude through the silent trees, honoring the dead.

[!]

"He should be here soon, do vy think he'll cry?"

A soft voice left the once sickly Sierra Weiss as she fished beside her father. She was healthy, no longer plagued by her condition. She was enjoying her paradise, and her time with her beloved father forever. As Felix rose to his feet, the Lady's head turned, lips curling into a giant smile. She waited for the two to have their reunion, watching with a happy hum. As her father returned to her side she rose from her seat, dashing over to jump up and embrace her brother in a tight hug.
 

"Oh how ea've missed vy Borsa! Ve have so much to show vy!"

"Welcome home."

She kissed his cheek before happily walking over to the waters once more, offering out a fishing rod.

 "Let's catch some fish!" 

"Hauchpapej Audo es.. dead?"

Reza raised her brow at the news, her brows furrowing tightly. She waited a long moment to think of how to feel. She knew him to be distant, he was a busy man. She admired him strongly in her youth, it was sad to hear that he had joined her Hauchmamej in the seven skies.

She felt the desire to drink, to drown the grief in alcohol- but instead, that woman decided to run. So in honor of her passed grandfather, Lady Reza Weiss could be seen doing laps around the festival grounds, not stopping for breaks- running for a full day- face painted with sweat and tears. 
 

Reza had been concerned with the crowds she had spotted, it was odd to see so many about for that time of day. That's when she heard news of what happened. The Koenas was dying. Reza felt her heart break at such. She remembered many times where the Koenas had become her idol. She adored her. She would follow the crowd in saddness, remembering when the Koenas had came to her home to give her a banner.. proclaiming that Reza was just like her in her youth. Oh how she wished she could have done something amazing to make the woman proud- but she'd never get that chance now. 

"Rest well Vyr Majesty.. vy've earned et."

She whispered out, signing the Hussaryin before walking to the tavern to drink her sorrows away. 

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[!]

Rushing fast into the tavern the young Lady Weiss burst through the doors- exclaiming loudly for the Lady Bard! She promptly shoved a paper at her comrade and exclaimed. “Yam en Agony! Vy need to help mea make this!” Thus the two traveled to Novkursain to write and sing the ballad of the Brotherhood's Agony.
[!]

Lyrics

[REZA]

Did I abuse them

Or show them disdain?

Why do they run from me?

If I should lose them

How shall I regain

The Oath they have won from me?

Agony—!

Beyond power of speech

When the one thing you want

Is the only thing out of your reach

[VERDIER]

High in his office

He sits by the hour

Maintainin’ the heir

Blithe and becomin’

And frequently hummin’

A lighthearted air:

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah—

Agony—!

Far more painful than yours

When you know he would write with you

If your rank were only one more

[BOTH SOLDIERS]

Agony!

Oh, the torture they teach!

[VERDIER]

What's as intriguin’—

[REZA]

Or half so fatiguing—

[BOTH SOLDIERS]

As what's out of reach?

[REZA]

Am I not sensitive, clever

Well-mannered, considerate

Passionate, charming

As kind as I'm beautiful

And niece to a Marshal?

[VERDIER]

You are everythin’ the Brotherhood could wish for!

[REZA]

Then why no—?

[VERDIER]

Do I know?

[REZA]

The man must be mad

[VERDIER]

You know nothin’ of madness

Till you're climbin’ their ranks

And you see them up there

As you're nearin’ them

All the while hearin’ him

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah—"

[BOTH SOLDIERS]

Agony!

[REZA]

Misery!

[VERDIER]

Woe!

[BOTH SOLDIERS]

Though it's different for each

[REZA]

Always ten steps behind—

[VERDIER]

Always ten ranks below—

[BOTH SOLDIERS]

And they’re just out of reach

Agony

That can cut like a knife!

I must have them tonight

Signed,

Lady, Comrade, Reza Talya Weiss

“Lady Bard of Haense,” Verdier

Somewhere in the Seven Skies a Kortrevich Lady who has been passed for decades, blinks down upon the words. Tears fluttered out her blue hues. The words in the unpublish poems ached her once alive heart. She missed the days of when she was a young girl in a happy world before she died.

 "Beautifully written Borris.. Beautifully written."

She uttered out with a faint smile. Even in death somethings never changed..

 

In the vastness of the seven skies, Sierra Weiss, a departed soul, sought out her beloved sister-in-law. Spotting her in the warmth, Sierra approached, taking her hands gently.

"Welcome, Sestra. You're safe now,"

She said, embracing her warmly. Their reunion, bathed in the light of the comforting heavens. She was sad that the woman passed, but happy to have a friendly face to join her and her family in the beauty that was Sierra.

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Upon hearing the news, A litlte Weiss seemed.. confused? What did they mean her Hauchmamej was dead? She was just there a few days ago. Reza found herself feeling a pain she hadn't felt before. One she didn't know the name of. She didn't know how to process, so the little lady would go sit with her stuffed animals in her room and try to explain what she was feeling. Her Hauchmamej was their friend too after all.  Once she finished explaining she tried to do the voice of the stuffed animals and realized it didn't sound right. It frustrated her. The only person who could do the voices right was gone. She was dead. And then all at once the small child began to weep loudly, clinging to the toys. 

[  Lady Sierra Weiss ]

The grand halls of Novkursain lay shrouded in profound silence, a rare contrast to the usual bustle of the Weiss family's daily routines. All were engaged in their busy lives, save for one exception: Lady Sierra Weiss, who rested within her chambers, battling yet another bout of ill health. Her condition had deteriorated significantly over the years, especially after the heart-wrenching loss of her beloved husband and children. Sierra had fought valiantly to hold on for the sake of her cherished family, but her body had reached its limits.

After composing poignant letters to her loved ones, Sierra's chest tightened, and a raspy cough emanated from her frail form. She desperately sought the assistance of her household's servants, yet her voice failed her. Gasping for breath, she stumbled toward the door and fell to her knees. Was this the ending she desired? Weakly, she dragged herself back to her bed, determined to meet her fate with grace and dignity, sparing her family from the anguish of finding her fallen on the floor.

With her last reserves of strength, she pulled herself onto the bed, her face flushed from the effort to breathe. She had been prepared for this moment for some time, and as she lay there in her final moments, a faint smile graced her lips, her memories dancing before her eyes.

The memories transported her to a simpler time, a crowded family home echoing with the youthful laughter of Sierra and her siblings: Audo, Haus, and Via. In their innocence, they were a boisterous bunch, with Sierra at an age where she was not too challenging to handle. The young girl regaled her family with tales of becoming a Soldier Princesa Witch, their imaginations running wild.

During those early years, Sierra had a best friend who taught her a lesson about loyalty to family. In her final moments, she wondered about Lucy and whether the girl still existed as a cursed child. Even now, Sierra could not bring herself to judge those born under unlucky stars, such as cursed beings and demons. She wondered if they felt a sense of loneliness. In her youth, she often befriended them, leading to moments of trouble that temporarily strained her relationship with her brother.

Despite her youthful mistakes, her father was a constant source of guidance and support. He remained her anchor as she grew older, emphasizing the importance of family bonds. Through her trials and tribulations, she learned that blood was unbreakable, and family was a pillar of strength. Her troublesome days eventually gave way to more refined lady lessons, which transformed her into an honorable lady. Upon returning home, she discovered the beauty of love and married Carolus Colborn. This should have been the pinnacle of her life, but it was marred by the loss of her beloved father, a pain that continued to haunt her even as she lay dying in her chambers.

Yet, the most painful thought was that she would leave her precious daughter, Levisa, alone in the world, a pain she had experienced firsthand and wished to spare her from. Sierra pondered whether she had done enough and whether her friends and family would remember her in a positive light or forget her, harboring resentment for her perpetual illness.

As her thoughts wove through the tapestry of her life, her breaths grew slower, ushering her into a peaceful slumber. In that final moment, her mind cleared, and she saw only light. It beckoned to her like a door, and she reached for it eagerly. Upon opening it, a warm, humid breeze washed over her, making her feel young again. She stepped through and beheld the paradise her father had spoken of so many times, her namesake, Sierra.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed upon the breathtaking scenery, resonating with the sounds of nature and the echo of her father's chuckle, sending shivers down her spine. She spun around, her eyes locking with her father's, who awaited her with a warm smile, just as he had promised.

"Papej! Papej!" 

Sierra joyfully cried out and embraced death, rushing towards the old man with boundless love. At last, she had found her paradise, her heaven, her Sierra.

[!] A missive is distributed announcing the birth of a newborn Colborn.

[!] A beautiful illustration of a young baby boy in the arms of an exhausted mother [!]

Issued by the County of Malkovya

On this day 16th of Sun’s Smile of 134 SA

  Va Birodeo Herzenav ag Edlervik,

After a beautiful reunion of Lord Carolus Ivan Colborn and Lady Sierra Colborn, the marriage bears the brightest of fruits.

Despite an arduous labor, House Colborn is joyous to present to our kingdom and its citizenry whom was  born in the early hours of  the 23rd of The Grand Harvest:

First-born son of the wedded couple, EDVIN FELIX COLBORN

Lady Sierra Colborn currently rests under the dutiful eye of our utmost skilled Surgeon General, Euleriphis Roui.

Upon the recovery of Lady Sierra Colborn, she has invited those of the families of Colborn and of Weiss to make their first introductions to the young boy.

Iv Joveo Mann,

His Lordship, Carolus Ivan Colborn

Her Ladyship, Sierra Colborn

A quiet knock sounded upon the Lady Sierra Weiss's door. She sickly breathed out a cough and sat up, her brown hues fluttering open. "Come on en!" With such a servant walked in, eyes full of dread and hands clutching a shaky letter. Sierra had missed the battle, she had fallen sick from training as her body was never strong enough for the fighting she wished to accomplish. Having spotted the servants grim expression that lady shifted out of bed with a soft cough and stumbled over. "What es et? Vy look upset.." She breathed out and gently rested a hand on the servants shoulder. 

"My lady.. vyr papej."

Nothing more was needed to be said, Sierra felt her heart freeze and her blood run cold. She stumbled a soft step back, her brows knitting and her lips parting in shock. "Nie.." She echoed out and her hands jolted to cover her mouth, face pale from the pure shock. She ran her head to the last time she had talked to her father, they had talked about having him try an ice bath to help his muscles stay strong. He kept his promise to stop drinking for her, and he let her take care of him, he listened. He was there not too long ago and then he wasn't.. he was gone. 

"He was.. he was supposed to walk mea down ve aisle.. he was getting better!" She chirped out to the servant who just stared upon her with pity. "My lady.." They offered before gently hugging her and shifting out of the room. The second the door shut that poor Weiss shifted over and clicked the lock shut, trapping herself inside her room. 

Sierra Weiss kept herself shut away in her room, thinking of everything she had wanted to do. She stumbled to her desk and began to write and draw, trying to distract herself from the pain. It was then she remembered so many beautiful things her father had told her, and only her. She remembered the time he told her how lonely he was, and she promised she'd always be there for him.. and then she remembered his words to her when she had been hurt by a friend..

"Those who wish to keep vy from vyr family, are niet friends worth keeping. Remember that."

 "Vy are my blood, princes...and ea love vy, with all of ea heart. As does vyr family."

"Remember this day, who came for vy, and who cast vy out."

His words always meant something to her, but she never forgot those words, or the story of how she was named after such a beautiful place.. a place called Sierra. And how her papej wished to take her to see it one day. Perhaps he was there waiting for her now? Such an idea brought that poor girl to tears once more and she wailed and wailed endlessly, trapping herself in her room and barely eating. Refusing any comfort that was offered at her door, by her Sestra Veronica or any other. She couldn't handle the pain in her chest. Not yet.

In her fit of tears she pulled out an art piece she had drawn with her papej when she was little, one of his eyeball with Sierra in it. With her and him sitting together, happy. She smiled shakily upon it and hugged such an old drawing to her chest and uttered words she wished she could speak to him. 

"Papej.. vy did enough. Ve all have grown so well ve all have purposes, because vy guided us. Vy were niet ve perfect papej..but vy were ve best papej ea could ever ask for. When ve day comes that ea eventually die.. ea want nothing more than to meet vy at ve entrance to Sierra.. until then ea'll live en be strong for vy. Spasibo for everything.. ea love vy."

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In the seven skies a lady had been enjoying her time, free from her troubles and enjoying watching her sons, and the daughters she had claimed for a time. Her heart ached when the first one passed, it hurt but she was overjoyed to see that beauty once more, and then pain struck again.

As blue orbs landed upon the newly departed Adele, a lovely Kortrevich ran over to embrace her close, eyes fluttering closed as she held her so dear and near. 

"Prevja Mea Little Dove! How ea've missed vy so. Ea thank godan vy am here, but also ache to see vy."

The Kortrevich, dawned in her elegant red dress, released the hug to kiss the girls forehead. 

"Welcome home Adele."

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Angry at first was the young Lady Weiss. She hated that so much chaos had ensued after her brothers first day. She read the letter numerous times in her room before sighing and tucking it onto her desk. The young Sierra shifted to her dogs and crouched down, petting them with a sulk as she battled her thoughts, who she supported and what she thought of it all. And eventually she smiled to the old wolf resting upon the seat of her desk, shifting over to wrap her arms around his shoulders and burying her face into his fur. 

"Ea hope Audo just does his best, eam sure he will be great, because Papej trusts him."

IGN: Dinochad

IC NAME: Sierra Weiss

AGE (What division are you competing in?): 12 - Young Teen

SUPERVISOR : N/A

One of these obnoxious children, was just glad to have been apart of something! She'd be back one day to bother the poor people of Barrowton soon! 

Skumu mourns the loss of a good uruk. Having witnessed his death she goes to the spot where he took his last breaths and sits, her pig upon her head as she thinks. 

" Nub got tu gruk latz well, mi iz zo zoree.. mi nub wunted diz tu happen. "

With guilt the Fe-orc rose and returned to her blarg. 

The young Sierra Weiss watched her father weep for the first time as he heard news of a fallen friend. Clueless she offered kindness and attempted words of help, unknowing of what grave thing had happened. She waddled over to the distraught man and held up her teddy bear. Only to be taken into a tight hug. Others entered that room and she heard the one word that slightly clicked in her head of who they were sad about.

"Ve Koeng?" 

After hearing who it was that made her father cry, that youth giggled and wiggled in her fathers tight hug, the father broken down in grief. 

"He am mea friend! He gave mea a horsey en cocoa! Ea like him! Can ve go see him?!"

[!]

Deimos slowly read over the propaganda, her icy gaze widening with each bold claim. After she finally finished the strange but intense read she placed it down on the table at her sisters home in Nor'asath. "Well shit.." She murmured before glancing around, her eyes landing on a potted plant inside the home.

"...Hello?" 

[!]

[!] 
Walking around Haense Selie came to see the poster. That blonde felt very aggravated by the whole situation that had happened to get the man wanted. She sneered at the missive and moved to yank it down, her fist balling it up. If anyone was going to punish him for his actions it was her. She would teach him not to hurt her sestra. 
" Watch vyrself foolish man. Vy will soon get vhat vy deserve. " 
[!]

[!] Having read the paper from a little drunken interaction, Selie Tchaviosky recalled what it read once she was sober. She let out a soft chuckle at the irony of her finding it when drunk. She makes sure to keep it noted in her mind for the next time she got too drunk and committed any crimeworthy acts. [!]

"I-I never wanted this. I didn't want to damn Darya!"

Sobs of the now past Kolette almost rang eternally in the destroyed dungeons of Dun an Ein. Kolette was the real demise of Darya. She took away her will to decide her fate and ended both of their stories. They'll never meet in the seven skies.

Their souls perish together in the emptiness of death.

"KILL ME"
 

Screams of dismay sounded from a broken mage, storms of tears running down her bloodied cheeks. Surrounding her was the destruction and downfall of the home she held dear- all by her own hand. She was so foolish, so naïve to have believed she'd be able to save anyone she cared about. She had never been able to save a single soul that she cherished. Death had always followed her trail, death, and destruction. Why would striking a deal with a manipulative demon change such? 
 

And so all the mage could do after obliterating her home, was plead to those who could listen, to end their suffering with her own demise. She was a reckless danger unto them all. Thankfully, she was ultimately offered the freedom of her life when an arrow sent by a woman known as Houri, soared through the window of her tower and struck her in her neck, silencing her screams. Pain ran up the wound, blood spurting out, but it did naught do the end, she was stuck in a never-ending state of pain. She couldn't scream her desire for death, she was still a danger unto them all. But those thoughts vanished as a loud BOOM rang through the tower, Pain erupting in her mind as it exploded into many bits and pieces before she found herself in the blank nothingness of death. 
 

In the split moments, before her head would become naught, she found herself surrounded and alone in darkness. In such a peaceful moment she could recall how she ruined everything, oh so clearly.

In the emptiness of the darkness, she remembered her youth, her loving mother, her baby brother, and her father. And just as fast as she remembered them she also remembered their haunting demises. Flashes of her family's capture on a pirate ship that had raided her small home of Rolin. Flashes of her father tearing into the neck of her baby brother before being beheaded right before her.  Flashes of her mother's head, split into by an axe.
 

Words they all spoke rang in her ears, but only a promise rang through into the silence. The only one she could clearly recall. Her father's last words to her.
 

"Kolette, you must promise me to live on and be strong." 
 

The flashes returned, flashing in the nothingness were the men that saved her soul.
Edmond of Sava and Masuo of Yamatai. 

They had rescued her from death's clutches, but not from her own terrors and mind,  for years the sound of the water splashing onto that deadly ship's hull, haunted her. 

After being saved the young tattered girl spent years at the camp of the Hexers, fighting and training to overcome her trauma and become an initiate herself. She struggled and struggled, wanting to repay Edmond and the others for their kindness. But in a flash the words that stopped such rang in her head. 
 

"Kolette, You cannot become an Initiate.  Your father told you to live. You, I have to honor him." 
 

She remembers Edmond's solemn expression as he spoke of the promise that kept her going. And just as fast as her training began it ended. She was sent away to try and live a normal life, but the things she had seen kept her from enjoying such. She would grow a bit older before she'd find the Hexers again in Dun an Ein. She begged and begged but Edmond would not bend until she found a loophole and a blessing. 
 

Eliza Wittenbach
 

This beautiful woman came into Kolette's life and welcomed her into the conclave. She became a teacher, a mentor, and a mother figure to the lost girl. Kolette became a sorceress, eager to defend and protect those of the creed she had found a home in. She was a natural, and with the power of Water Evocation, she slowly began to overcome her trauma with water. She used the fear she felt as power, Slaving away day by day to be a master one day. 
 

In these days of training, she even found love for a time. She had fallen deeply in love with a kind man who showed her kindness and care.
 

 Solun of Esbec
 

He was her comfort. Often caring for her when she had overworked herself. He kept her going, kept her strong. And would often keep her from her own stupidity. She felt complete in his arms and couldn't bare the idea of him going to face dangers on his own.

In the darkness flashes of the fatal trip to Kivdrona rammed into her head. She had been warned not to go, he begged her not to go. But she never listened. She went and experienced the worst things in her life.
 

Those monsters and deaths that happened there haunted her and conquered her mind. After such a traumatic experience she clung to Solun's warmth and love, but even that would be stolen away. To stay true to the code he left her, ending their love. She was left alone again, even more so when the creed fell apart. 

After years of loneliness and longing to be loved and surrounded by her family, the mage heard the news of the Creed returning. She found her way back to Dun an Ein, eager for the happy welcome, but she didn't receive as much of a warm welcome as she had pictured. Margot of Reinmar and her dear Mentor Eliza, were among the missing, along with many others. 
 

Solun, her late love was the grandmaster, and had lost his feelings over the years, the feelings that still riddled her chest. Whether it was for him or for the feeling of being wanted or needed, it made her act out. 
 

She grew a bit overwhelming, trying to help, and broke at his mind. She cared too much and chased him away more into his madness. As such, she decided to make a stupid decision. She sought out the same demon that racked Soluns' mind with visions. She planned to go alone, but Darya of Caermad joined her, wanting to protect the stupid stupid mage. 
 

And into the cave they went, eager to help those they cared for. What Kolette wanted was waved in front of her eyes and she foolishly took the bait. Throwing Darya under the bus with her as the twos souls soon belonged to the demon. She damned them all with a stupid longing of belonging. 

And so as it all came to an end she reached her clarity, as her brains littered the floors of that damned room. She felt her life fleeting as one final thought crossed her mind. 

"You are a danger unto those you love, only in death may you truly keep those you love safe."

 

He is mine >:O 

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MC Name:

         DinoChad

Character's Name:

         Kolette of Rolin

Character's Age:

         55

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Translocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         BalmakkaCringe

Teacher's RP Name:

         Lorien

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

MC Name:

         DinoChad

Character's Name:

         Kolette of Rolin

Character's Age:

         55

Character's Race:

         Human

Link to your accepted MA:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/210403-water-evocation-ma-dinochad/?tab=comments#comment-1898877

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

         Water Evocation

Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:

The beauty of Water Evocation is to draw water or ice from the void, and harness it to do many things, much like emotions water can be used for good and bad, being harsh or smooth. One can form ice with the voidal water and up their game by creating beautiful whips tipped with sharp ice to do a bit extra harm. Or even use the strength of ice to create shields and domes to protect one and those they love. It is versatile and complicated but beautiful. One can even create depictions with water, using it to perform rather than fight, and put on shows with moving water creations. 
 

Even being so useful there are still many things that affect the water, much like real water. If one is in a hotter environment the water may vanish faster than when one is in a colder climate- which would help in freezing the water faster. And being a creation from the Void- once the connection is dropped or sight is lost, any items having been soaked by the water return to normal, it doesn't last forever and doesn't quench ones thirst. 

Are there different sections or subsections of magic? Can those be elaborated upon?

With Water Evocation there is only the main focus, water. No sections or subsections. The only thing that could possibly be viewed as such is the difference between Water and Ice. Beginners couldn't very much do Ice as it is a very different and harder process than just water.  Water Spells can be done with much more ease and faster than Ice Spells, and one can only start on ice once they reach T3 Water Evocation. And one must also understand how water becomes ice and by the time they start the training on such they understand how to cool their water. But that isn't a section or subsection, ice is, after all, just frozen water. 

Can you give an example of a casting emote, of a spell of your choice?

[Ice Spikes]
 

[!] Kolette felt deep anger brewing inside her as she watched a wasp forming a nest, just above the doorway towards the mage towers she lived in. She felt her teeth gritting as she was quite scared of the little buggers. In a breath she blinked her green orbs closed, reopening them with a splash of light blue aura, it swayed like the waves upon a beach. Swirls of her aura almost seemed to wash up from her palms and wrists like water splashing. 
 

[!] With each breath water began to collect around her palms, growing and growing in size until there was a large abundance of the liquid, gathering beside her arms, it's texture rough and wavy like an angry storm, conveying her irritation for the annoying pests buzzing at their nest. 
 

[!] Kolette took a breath, cooling her emotions to help the water do the same. It began to grow foggy and foggier, showing that it was indeed freezing, its matter growing slower and slower as it stopped its angry waves, turning into a bit chunky calm wave
 

[!] And as the wasp landed back on the nest the brunette grunted and threw her left hand to her right, colliding the cold water together, and just as fast she shoved her hands forwards as the freezing water jutted out as it was freezing fully, the base freezing first against the ground and going up to the wasp nest, the tip of the created ice spike impaling the nest and wall. Sure she had caused a crack in the wall, but wasps stuck to the cold ice, having been impaled and smashed by its impact. "Victory is mine!" She cheered. 

Can you give an example of a teaching-emote (interacting with another) of a spell of your choice?

[!] Upon the small beach shore of Dun an Ein, Kolette stood, the waves crashing making her heart pound in her chest. The waves made her mind wander, but after many years of learning to accept them, it strangely made her calm at the same time. She turned to glance at her student, her lips spreading into a warm smile. "The waves are much like you, rough with power but only crashing into the shore and falling back in." She explain and walked towards such, the waves crashing into her legs, and making her stand on guard. "Even still, they have such power, because even if they look rough and rigged, they have such strength and focus. To understand how water works you must understand how it moves and how a calm ocean can turn into a deadly storm." 
 

[!] She slowly held her hand out to her student, her brown locks blowing in her face with the wind. "Come, join me." She spoke as the pupil approached, grasping Kolette's hand. "You feel how strong but soothing these waves are?" She asked and turned to fully face the other, taking her other hand. "Close your eyes, feel it... feel the push and pull of the tide." 
 

[!] The two stood in silence, listening to the crash of the ocean before Kolette released the other's hands and softly spoke. "Use this feeling, you've been doing well with forming water and making it into shapes. Now I want you to picture this wave and those shapes and make a whip." She explained and took a step back, moving so only her feet were in the waves. She closed her eyes and as a wave hit her ankles she reopened them, the splash of light blue aura lighting in her eyes and waves of her aura crashing up her palms to her wrists. 
 

[!] "You'll gather the water as you have before, but instead of bunching it up, create a smooth stream." She whispered as she raised her hands, the water gathering around her palms at first before she moved her hands together and spread her fingers outwards, the water moving away from her hands and into a small stream, it growing and growing as she slowly made it circle up, making the very end of it smaller much like a whip. 
 

[!] She held the whipped-shaped stream at bay as she watched her student try and replicate her actions, the sounds of the beach helping with the calmness of any nerves. "Nice... and once you're ready you.." She stopped talking to raise her hand up and down fast, the whip of water ripping through the air and smashing into the water below with a splash. "You use it." She hummed. 
 

[!] She closed her eyes after such, the water dissipating away along with her aura. She instead focused fully on her pupil, slowly moving over to gently raise her arms a bit more out and away from herself. "Be proud to wield such an element. Water is powerful and your nerves will make it falter. Now, whip!" She chimed as her student did the same action, the whip slapping against the coming waves and falling into them as it fell apart on impact. 
 

[!] "Beautiful first attempt." She moved to pat her student's back and nodded. "We keep trying until you can do it without it weakening at the end. Give me another try!" 

Say your student powergames during or after teaching, how do you reprimand that?

In the case that it was a one-on-one interaction and they power gamed, I'd correct them oocly and explain the steps and limits of what they can do, have them void and retype the correct way they should have done. 
If they did so in an event I'd correct them myself again, but if they continued to do so I'd alert an ST to assist in showing them and helping me correct them. But if the issue still persisted and they were just a natural born powergamer I'd inform them that I'll be dropping them as a student due to them repeating the issue too much without learning from any coaching said or done. 

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep the ST updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

         No