[ There is only a slight pause, when Link reaches out to her. Her communion is like twilight on a hot desert, the sand still warm underneath his toes, the heat still unbearable. There's the impression that he is being watched, and that one is on the precipice of stepping off the sands, and into a canyon.

Akua speaks in this, almost like the whisper of a desert wind, her tone amused, welcoming him in. ]

You could not ask for a better teacher, Link. Do you have any experience with magic at all? I assume you know what it is, yes? How present is it in your world?

[ How from the ground does she have to start? ]