"Focus, Eron. The water responds to intention, not just will."
I gritted my teeth, arms stretched toward the ornate fountain in Moonstone's west garden. A column of water rose shakily about three feet, wobbling like jelly before collapsing back with a splash that soaked my boots.
"Crap," I muttered, wiping sweat from my forehead. "I can't get it to stabilize."
Lady Meridienne sighed, though there was more fondness than frustration in the sound. She'd been trying to teach me water manipulation since I was seven, and twelve years later, she still hadn't given up on me.
"You're overthinking," she said, moving to stand beside me. Her silver-blond hair caught the morning light, making it shimmer like the surface of a lake. As one of the highest-ranking water fae in the Summer Court, Meridie
