Summer 1096 SR
Charlaine stood outside the outpost"s gate, Giselle and a few of the other sisters standing beside her. When she waved her hand in the air, Teresa, who was some distance off, lowered a torch, igniting something on the ground. Flames leaped up for a moment, and then thick red smoke rose into the air, to be born northward by the prevailing winds.
“Impressive,” offered Giselle. “I imagine people could see that for miles.”
“There’s more,” said Charlaine, raising her hand again and waving it a second time. Once more, the torch descended, touching flame to powder. The area lit up with a rush of fire, then another discharge of smoke, this time blue.
“How many colours can you produce?” asked Giselle.
“We experimented with many but settled on three: red, green, and blue.”
“And
