With kindness

Tritera : "wow, look at you go!"

Tritera states with all the warm enthusiasm of a mother watching a toddler successfully embark on his first steps.

Tritera : "an elementalist and I noticed a little bit of Transfiguration in there too with the camouflage, that explains the appearance. You're going to be one hot sorceress"

Jacub : "Sorceress? I thought male elementalist were called sorcerers?"

Tritera looks at you with a kind sort of pity.

Tritera : "they don't teach mage lore out here, I take it?"

Jacub : "only what pertains to farm lore"

Truthfully the young around this part only spent enough time in the lore house to learn the numbers and letters needed for basic farm transactions. All the rest of lore was handled by the families. Everyone knew of the wizard's guild, but not much of their ways.

Tritera sighs, this kid isn't going to like what she's about to tell him.

Tritera : "the key to magic is channeling a caster's energy through the resonance of a natural rod. Casters will commonly use staffs for spell craft that takes a large resonance or wands for more precise work or where the form factor of a staff is unwieldy"

She is reciting this as if memorized from teaching a thousand classes of young students something they probably already mostly knew.

Jacub : "ok, but I was able to cast using your staff and I guess that branch I tripped over. And I'm a male. That makes me a sorcerer, not a sorceresses"

You say, feeling a little indignant that discovering you had magical powers was being undercut. The accusation that you weren't really a man found deep insecurity.

Tritera continues, the first sign of annoyance creeping into her voice.

Tritera : "yes, but the thing is males have access to a third option for casting."

She points downwards and you add one and one together.

Jacub : "but I have a cock! I do!"

You're now properly upset and sharing more than you should.

Jacub : "I know it's not as big as the other guy's but it's there"

Your outburst, far from deepening the sorceress's annoyance, brought pity to her eyes. Transfiguration sorceresses had it rough.