When Kamira entered the initiation rite chamber, Fyertash was sitting cross-legged in the middle, casual and relaxed. She risked turning her back to him to close the door—he likely would have asked her to do so anyway, and their discussion was to be one of those better not witnessed.
He watched her intently as she made her way toward him. One time, his eyes shot toward the spot where he knew her invisible circle was. Undoubtedly, he wondered whether she would choose to hide within its safety before starting the conversation.
Kamira stopped halfway through the chamber. Her instincts tugged at her composure, demanding she seek protection of magic in the confrontation she was sensing to come, but no matter whether Fyertash was playing with her or testing her, showing weakness would put her
