Chapter 22
With the advent of spring, our afternoons in the forest resumed. They were not nearly as pleasant as in the summer and early fall, since it still rained frequently. Often Neeve and I had the choice to go out into the drizzle and return with sopping cloaks and squelching shoes, or remain inside the castle, bored but dry. Despite the rain, we usually chose the forest.
As the days grew longer, so too grew my anticipation for my upcoming birthday. In less than a month, I might awake and discover the power of magic burning brightly within me.
I was sorry to see Master Fawkes pack up his lute and clothing and take to the road once more. He promised he’d return the next winter, and urged me to continue my study of the harp. Although I was sad to see him go, I was secretly glad to tr
