There, at the core of her being, hovered a mass of pure light. Stemming from the nova were thousands of willowy strands, swaying as if caught in the ebb and flow of an invisible ocean. The overall impression was that of a glowing dandelion, but to compare this to something as mundane as a flower was to do a great disservice to the raw beauty and effortless grace of the light. It dimmed and brightened, pulsing in time with her beating heart.
“I see my source!” She floated closer until she was deeply cocooned in the serene glow, reveling in its beauty.
“Excellent. You are in tune with the magic that infuses all of Selaras.” The ansai sounded relieved, and she wondered how long she’d been stuck clawing through her mind.
When she opened her eyes, the fire in his hands had changed. Sparkling
