Daffodils came into bloom, and the trees burst into leaf. The sun climbed higher into the sky every day, and the weather grew increasingly warm.
Asphodel loved her studies. She had not been late again, and everything was going well.
On one of the longest and hottest days, the Mistress of Novices called for her.
What have I done now?
She entered the Mistress’s office. “Aspholessaria, you have made great strides in your studies, both theoretical and practical. I think you’re ready to try a few simple healing spells. We can’t let you practice on our patients yet, so I’ve arranged for you to meet with Curate Amelli. She is only one rank above a novice, but she will help you with a few simple healing rituals.”
Asphodel’s stomach turned over. Am I really going to learn to heal properly?
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