Strategizing: Soren
I watched Penny leave, the soft sound of her boots retreating up the stone stairs until a heavy door thudded shut above us. The room felt colder the moment she was gone. The lavender hum that usually sat at the base of my skull—the tether that kept my magic from drifting—dimmed, leaving me with the stark, grey reality of the Warden's Keep. I stood up, the leather of my armor creaking, and walked back to the oak table where Caelis was already tracing lines across a weathered map of the Vale. "She has her grandmother’s eyes," Caelis remarked without looking up. "But she doesn't have her certainty. Rosariel walked like she owned the gravity of these hills. This girl... she walks like she's afraid the ground might break." "She’s from a world where magic is a fairy tale and 'destiny' is some
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