Light flashed on her right, at Ruarnon and Selenia’s hands. A shimmering white substance the size of a small plate hovered before Ruarnon’s extended hand. It rippled and shifted as if blown on the wind, then vanished.
“Maybe you could do that too,” Troy said seriously to Fiona. Then his lips curled in a smile. “If you didn’t worry about hurting magic’s feelings.”
“I reckon it’s going to be a while before any of us can do that,” said Michael. “Ruarnon’s mind’s in a league of its own.”
Linh surprised herself by sleeping soundly that night, though she followed the others to the upstairs bridge Desriah wanted them to train on the next morning with footsteps slowed by the weight of apprehension.
“Desriah’s going to let us coach you,” Mawana announced, as Linh and the others zig-zagged up an
