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WISE ONE LESSONS
Tanzaa grieved and the rain fell. Although she felt grateful to be free of Demion’s king, and she had rescued Dayvian, these victories did nothing to lift her spirits or the cloud cover. Tanzaa, along with Rashel as her teacher, rode horses they had conjured, across the empty landscape. The open plains where Demion met with the desert areas of northern Marwen, held no interest for Tanzaa, and she grew restless with riding in the miserable weather.
“If you stop it raining, we won’t have to be so terribly wet,” Rashel chided. “You’re the Queen of Weather, do something about it.”
Tanzaa obediently raised her arm to the cloud cover but all she got was rivulets running down her arm, inside her sleeve. She failed to persuade the clouds to leave. That inability to keep her
