"Have you done that kinda magic yourself before?" Galen asked, thinking back to how the clan made their whole table with food vanish.
Ears drooping with her embarrassed look, she admitted, "No, my Elder clan-sisters were waiting for me to reach the end of my first century before I was taught some of the more advanced magics. But I have watched Tanza teach it to elves who were of age! Sometimes the problems you find are with the image of the object in your mind. Tell me, what are you trying to summon?"
He gave her a shrug while rubbing the back of his head. "Water from Mila's tent."
Shaking her head, the Elf exclaimed, "That's too far away! Something you can't see may have been moved, and you can only conjure something to you from so far. Try something else..."
She scanned their forest
