Katrina should have known the boy was going to follow her. She looked up at the umbrella, and smiled softly, but didn't stop or reply. Instead, she led the way to a few different places, all privately owned and none quite magical. The first was a simple craft store, the purchase a package of modeling clay. Many lessons can be taught by making, Peters had once told her. That's all magic is, or seems to be. Making. Propelling. Changing. It's all pretty simple, in its own complicated way, isn't it?
She caught herself smiling again as they made their way to the second stop, more important than the first. Also involving making, but in her mind, far more important. To understand magic, you have to understand yourself. To do so, you had to find that one thing, that one manner in which you could express yourself freely. You had to be able to push your feelings to the limit, and Katrin had one go-to manner of expressing her feelings. His wouldn't be the same as hers, but it wouldn't help to have it available, to show him how to push his magic outward in a way that nobody really could understand. It was like emotion. Magic just happened.
She stopped in front of the music store, the place she normally bought her strings, but there were many other instruments available. She looked at Drake.
"Go in and pick something. Whatever seems to call out to you."
She smiled at his enthusiasm. Perhaps he was a promising student. And, even if he proved incompatible with pure arcanery, the trials could help him in the future with other branches. If he did reach the point where he could become an arcanist, however... she could sense that he had the potential to be a master, maybe even surpass her. They had a long way to go before then, though. She pulled up a file in her mind, a protocol for training that she and Michael had come up with even though they doubted they'd ever need it. She was thankful she had it.
"If both of us are ready to continue at the end of the week, we'll keep going. But first, there are a few stops I have to make. If you would like, you can go back to my apartment and wait for me there." She gave him the address, and smiled. "You're free to accompany me if you like, of course. It's your choice." She wouldn't wait for him to give her an oral answer, instead turning down the rain-silvered road once more.
Katrin's brow furrowed a little. "Ainsworth... that's not a name I've heard in a very long time." She sighed, then looked Drake over again. She had her doubts, but the boy seemed disappointed to be left to his own teaching. She looked at the extended hand, then gave a tiny smile. "Pure arcanery isn't as simple as learning a spell, young man. Most experienced mages try and fail for lifetimes to learn for themselves. If you are really that interested..." She paused again, looking down at her case. "If you're really that interested I can try. We'll give it a week. But," she added, "a week of training would involve no magic. Pure effort, and a joining of mind, body, and soul. You need to be ready to channel it before you can actually begin learning it." It was her turn to extend her hand, not taking his but rather making a different offer. "I can't guarantee I can teach you anything. But a week would be enough to learn something. Even if it's as simple as the fact that the effort would be empty."
She smiled a little bit for a while, then became serious as she really listened to him. Her head tilted to one side, her clear green eyes slipping into deep thoughtfulness as she considered what he'd said. He had an avid interest, that was clear. A desire to learn. But Katrin had no desire to teach, honestly. Arcane magic could be dangerous in the wrong hands, not to mention how corrosive it had often proved to be in the past to those unprepared to wield it. She nodded to herself, quietly, then smiled again.
"I doubt you could drag me off if you tried, Drake. I'm a bit more than I seem. Then again," she added with a light laugh, "who isn't. As things stand, though, I don't think you are up for the challenge this kind of training truly presents. And I'm certainly not up for the challenge of attempting to teach, no matter what my old acquaintance may tell you. I've gotten a bit rusty myself." It was sort of a pun to those who knew what she was, but it didn't change that this wasn't a laughing matter. She paused, turning down a by-road. "Who is he, anyway? I can't say I'm close enough to be considered an 'acquaintance' by very many people."