Chapter 32: Echoes of Selis
The first time Eira lost control, it was subtle.
She had been standing in the Hall of Winds, the corridor that connected the west wing of the palace to the observatory, listening to Maerel drone on about the history of Velandria’s noble houses. The late afternoon light filtered through stained glass, scattering jewel-toned mosaics across the floor.
“…and House Corvenia’s claim to ancestral sorcery has always been contested,” Maerel said, “but the sigil—Eira? Are you listening?”
Eira blinked.
For a moment, she wasn’t sure where she was.
Her fingers were tracing the pattern of vines carved into the marble balustrade. Except… they weren’t her fingers. Not entirely. They moved with a slowness she hadn’t intended, trailing along the vine as if remembering it. A
