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There was nothing special about me. To Sheila’s dismay, I wasn’t as powerful as she thought I was. I stayed with Felix for a while, and then she urged me to go back to training. After a few failed exercises, it was crystal clear. Apparently, Felix had chosen me to be his friend—just that.
“I don’t understand,” Sheila whispered somewhere around me.
Seated on the grass with my eyes closed, I wasn’t allowed to sense any nearby presences for this exercise. But I was also failing at it.
“What, puri daj?” Theron asked, somewhere to my right. I hadn’t sensed him, but I could hear from where his strong voice was coming.
“Mirella talked to the cat,” Sheila continued. “He wouldn’t choose a weak tzigane, or even a regular one, to talk to.”
Sighing, I opened my eyes. “I’m not as strong as you
