This is a city, if your standards for "city" don't require skyscrapers, electricity, or plumbing. She's landed on a side street; to her left, the crosswise thoroughfare has people hollering about their things for sale, people hurrying on foot and poking along on horseback to get here and there, storefronts and apartments in two and three story structures. The street she's standing on is quieter, houses and less customer-facing businesses, though it has its share of spillover traffic; she has not yet been noticed, by that fellow leading a goat or that woman with a basket of laundry or that family all holding hands so as not to lose each other. It's a cool day, a little misty.
"She's learned as much from you as she can, she says. Blue or green next, Tse Witwex?"
"Yes Ma'am. She'll spend the time meditating; where would you like her to be?"
Deskyl leans against the wall scowling until they're done.
"She's fighting with the part of his magic that dwindles him," DZ explains. "It's difficult, and her magic is stronger when she's upset."
"She'll be able to change how blue and greenmages are dwindled, soon, she says. Though she'll need an example of someone with convenient dwindling to start with."
"Mages don't dwindle identically, even if they're the same color, she says; she can change how one mage has dwindled to match a different one's dwindling. And once she's more familiar with the effects of the dwindling she'll be able to change it to something specific."
"She can't give a mage more than they already have, yet, she can only change which things they have. She's trying, though."
Deskyl shakes her head.
"She says it's like making something out of cloth - if you have enough to make a shirt, you can use it to make pants instead, but if you only have enough for a shirt or pants, you aren't going to be able to make a robe, no matter what you do."