"Hmm, just a moment Master Urtho, I can look it up..." The hertasi bustles to open a drawer, then gives Urtho an asking-for-permission look. 

"Yes, thank you." Vague handwave. 

Riffle riffle riffle. "Kiyamvir Ma'ar," the hertasi offers brightly. "Master Urtho noted that he speaks only a little Tantaran - he does have Mindspeech, but no formal training, only self taught." 

"Okay! Thank you." She will go ask the hertasi who know where everybody lives where he's staying, after this, and poke him. "Is there anything else?"

"Did you have any other questions about your new mage-gift?"

"...is there stuff I need to know that the classes won't cover?"

"I mean, the class should cover everything you want to know eventually, since you can ask questions! You should just ask now if you have questions that you'd prefer not to put off until next week." 

"I should really have a lot of questions but I think actually I don't! I know the cool things like Gates take years and years and you can't just tell me how they're done right now." She will spend the week looking at things with mage-sight and reading books and then she will accumulate more questions.

"Good, good." Urtho's voice is already absentminded again, as he stands up to usher her out. "I have no doubt you will make us proud." 

She nods politely and shoos. And goes looking for a hertasi who will be able to find her the whereabouts of Kiyamvir Ma'ar.

This hertasi doesn't know but is happy to take her over to the student-housing office, where another hertasi can look up some records and then offer for Azabel to follow her!

"Thank you!" Follow follow follow. She wonders what Predain is like, she hasn't met many people from Predain.

The other hertasi beckons her down a hallway, pauses in front of a door, and knocks before opening it. 

There are two bunk beds inside, one against each side, as well as a table and washstand against the far wall, beside the window. Several of the bunks appear to have been slept in, with clothes draped half over the chests of drawers next to them, but there's only one person currently in the room. 

The boy's head jerks up, his hands raising as though to defend himself against some unknown threat. He looks somewhere between twelve and fourteen, but very underfed; he's not even wearing a school uniform, yet, just a ragged off-white homespun tunic. 

If Azabel is looking with mage-sight, she'll be able to notice the very clumsy shielding and wards that the boy appears to have placed around the perimeter of his bed. 

Wow, she didn't think news of her terrifying set-command abilities spread THAT fast, is he just scared of random teenage girls? Where are his roommates, was he expecting a roommate and they're not friendly? :- hi - is this a bad time?:

Ma'ar blinks, startled, he wasn't expecting a Mindspeaker - but in a way it's easier. 

:No. What are you here for?: 

From the overtones it's clear that he expects her to have some sort of agenda; he seems both wary and curious about it. 

:We're going to start magic classes at the same time, Urtho mentioned, so I thought I'd come meet you. He said you didn't have as much educational background and might want to catch up?: This suggestion has one entire thought put into how to say it diplomatically, specifically "this might require any diplomacy". :My name's Azabel:

:Oh: 

Half a dozen expressions flicker across his face, some very obvious - confusion, suspicion, hope - and others harder to interpret. 

:I have never studied at a school before: he adds, carefully. :Have you?:

:Some, but I have private tutoring for my really rare Gift and I don't know what mage classes are like:

He sits up straighter. :What rare Gift do you have?:

:It's called Mindhealing! It's not altogether a Wild Gift, but there's really really few. - I won't do anything to your mind unless you want me to for some reason though, even looking:

:Mmm, all right: He doesn't sound like he really believes her, though he also doesn't seem all that stressed or anxious about it. :Urtho asked you to help me with the school things?:

:He mentioned it but he didn't assign me to or anything, if you want me to go away I will not be slacking off:

Ma'ar nods, a little doubtfully. He's still trying to parse her remark, Mindspeech conveys language-independent concepts, of course, but he suspects that the concepts themselves - and the motivations behind them - are the thing he's confused about here, not the language barrier, 

He takes a deep breath. :I need to practice speaking Tantaran, and reading and writing it, and doing figuring with pen and paper instead of just in my head. Can you help with that?:

Well that's nice and straightforward. :Sure!: She shuffles over to plop down next to him and has her notebook on her knees in a minute. "I'll just send you what I'm saying while I say it and if you want a word you can ask me and we can start with the alphabet. This part I've done before, I taught my friend Skan the alphabet." She writes it all out neatly.