You calm down

In the calm of the little clearing it is hard to remain despondent. A thousand little experiences over your life were finally clicking into place. Your physical capabilities, your odd interests in the games your sisters would play growing up even the mutual disinterest you shared with the local girls.

You still weren't ready to believe it, not in your heart, but you were ready to at least see what came next.

Jacub : "alright. Sorry. That was a lot of things. I guess what comes next?"

Tritera : "Well, for new found sorceresses we have courses at guild HQ in Brawford. Same place we send the male children. There are some remedial classes but really the first 16 or so years of the boy's lives are spent with barely any control of their magic at all so you're not coming in that far behind in practice. Be glad you were spared sorcerer puberty, imagine random erections but half the time something explodes."

She threw her hands out miming an explosion.

With that mental image you finally decided you liked Tritera. It wasn't her fault... What you are. And she could have been much less patient.

Jacub : "So that's it? I leave home forever and train to be a... Caster"

You can't quite stomach calling yourself a sorceress yet.

Tritera : "the guild can't **** you, although you won't be able to do legitimate magic business without a guild license. Not that anyone would be checking for one all the way out here if you wanted to do any freelance fire starting. But you should, if nothing else it'll make the inevitable changes you're going to undergo easier..."

Tritera turned to your father.

Tritera : "The guild does have a policy of compensating the parents of anyone who joins up. You are entitled to one enchanted mirror so that you can stay in touch and 20 silver pieces to cover any undue hardship caused by the sudden loss in labor."

Your father gawked. That was clearly a price set to soothe the loss of highly skilled trades people who had sunk years of effort into training an apprentice. 20 silvers was worth nearly as much as the whole farm.

After sputtering for a moment and gathering himself he sets his jaw.

Mr. Bautem : "Jacub, the choice is yours. Either way me and your mother will always support you."

You appreciate the gesture but you know it wasn't true. Working your whole life you wouldn't earn the family that kind of money. It would be an act of egregious selfishness to decline. Your father was an incredibly honorable man and may even have been able to forgive you, but you could never have forgiven yourself. Living your life on the farm knowing every economic hardship was your fault would be unbearable. And anyways wizard school sounded like an exciting adventure.