Fliak nods, his eyes shining with approval. "Very good, Elphaba," he says, his voice filled with encouragement. "You're a natural."
Elphaba smiles, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. She's practicing her magic alongside Aurora and Eamon. The three of them are the most promising students in the holy room, and they're all eager to prove themselves.
Aurora is trying to master the art of transformation, and she's currently attempting to turn herself into a bird. Eamon is working on his telekinesis, trying to move a small object across the room without touching it.
As they practice, Fliak moves around the room, offering words of encouragement and guidance. "Good, Aurora, you're focusing your energy well," he says. "But remember to pay attention to your physical form. You don't want to get stuck as a bird."
Aurora chuckles, her face scratched with concentration. She takes a deep breath and tries again, and this time she manages to sprout a pair of wings.
Eamon, meanwhile, is getting frustrated with his lack of progress. The object he's trying to move isn't budging, and he's starting to get discouraged. Fliak puts a hand on his shoulder, his eyes filled with kindness. "Don't worry, Eamon, it's all part of the process. Keep trying, and you'll get it."
Elphaba watches her friends with a sense of camaraderie, feeling grateful to be a part of this group. She's learning so much from Fliak, and she's excited to see what the future holds.
As the training session comes to a close, Fliak gathers the three young witches together. "You've all done well today," he says, his eyes shining with pride. "But remember, magic is a journey, not a destination. Keep practicing, and never stop learning."
The three young witches nod, their faces set with determination. They're ready to face whatever challenges come their way, armed with their magic and their friendship.