Sable

I wouldn’t say I ever look forward to practicing my magic, but over the next few days, my training sessions get a bit easier. It still doesn’t respond every time I try to call it up, and I live in terror of drawing a sigil wrong or accidentally unleashing a blast of raw magic.

But my control is increasing. Slow and steady, as Archer reminds me over and over. That’s the way I’m going to make this work.

A few days later, we’re finishing up breakfast before heading to the training barn when there’s a knock at the front door.

Archer doesn’t get many visitors. We wake up in...