sure Xandra would already be on her way to Dagda.
To get my mind away from those thoughts, I take both bowls and bring them out to clean them in the snow. When I am finished, I return to the cave and ask, “Are you ready?”
She looks up at me. “Ready for what?”
How can someone seem so bright, yet so stupid, at the same time? Perhaps I need to explain things more slowly again . “To practice.” I enunciate each word carefully.
She gives me a dirty look, but she says, “Yes.”
Finding a spot that will be perfect for practicing, I r emov e my hat and gloves, as the weather is decidedly warmer today. “ We need to start with something smaller than you tried before. We don’t want you to inadvertently start an avalanche.”
“ Hey, great way to make me nervous ,” she grumbles and I can barely hold back a laugh. She is ju st so cute when she does that.
“I had intended to start with the tenets of Witch magic and work up to Fairy magic, but I do not think that is going to be possible. Your Fairy magic seems to want to be dominant so it will be important for you to learn to control it before we try any type of spell or incantation.”
Her brow scrunches together. “How do you know so much about Witch magic?”
“Because the best defense is knowing the tricks of your enemy,” I explain .
“So you really do consider Witches your enemy? Where does that leave me then?” she ask s defensively.
I sigh. I do not want to have this conversation. I want to train her, and then get off this mountain. “It leaves you half Fairy , and we are wasting daylight by having this conversation.”
“Fine, what do you want me to do?”
Before offering her my hand, I check for her amulet. I am surprised to note that she did not put it back on. Could that mean she is beginning to trust me? Offering her my hand, I almost jump at the shock of electricity that travels up my arm. What was that? Trying to ignore the sensation, I say, “I would like you to focus on simply bringing the magic from the earth inside of you. I do not want you to direct it anywhere. I just want you to hold it.”
She nods and closes her eyes. I feel magic flowing into her again, and damn it, she is not controlling how much she is taking! When it begins to overflow into me, I feel like my blood is boiling. I tell her to let it go, but it is as if she cannot hear me. I try shaking her and yelling her name as I use my own magic to keep hers at bay, but it is getting harder. She seems determined to shove it into me.
When I finally have all of her magic out of me, I give a final push, sending her magic back within her. As soon as it hits her, I say, “Sleep.” She falls to the ground in a heap, and I sink to my knees, trying to regain my strength. How is she doing this?
After a moment, her eyes open, which startles me. Any other Fairy would not be able to wake until instructed to do so. Now, I am even more perplexed. Not to mention, a bit angrier as well .
“What happened?” she asks.
“You attempted to burn me from the inside out,” I growl . “You channeled too much magic to hold yourself , so you pushed it inside of me . I had to force it out with my own magic. You kept pushing , and as our magic worked against each other, my body was caught in the cross fire.”
“That must be why my head hurts,” she says, making me want to put her to sleep again. Or worse. Her head hurts? The entire inside of my body hurts. “Should we try again?” she asks, as if she does not understand what just happened. Or she does not care.
I need a few minutes to get myself under control before we have another go at her controlling her magic. In an attempt to gain more insight as to how much she really knows, I question her more about odd sayings and such that she learned growing up.
It turns out that her mother may have taught her more about the tenets of
To get my mind away from those thoughts, I take both bowls and bring them out to clean them in the snow. When I am finished, I return to the cave and ask, “Are you ready?”
She looks up at me. “Ready for what?”
How can someone seem so bright, yet so stupid, at the same time? Perhaps I need to explain things more slowly again . “To practice.” I enunciate each word carefully.
She gives me a dirty look, but she says, “Yes.”
Finding a spot that will be perfect for practicing, I r emov e my hat and gloves, as the weather is decidedly warmer today. “ We need to start with something smaller than you tried before. We don’t want you to inadvertently start an avalanche.”
“ Hey, great way to make me nervous ,” she grumbles and I can barely hold back a laugh. She is ju st so cute when she does that.
“I had intended to start with the tenets of Witch magic and work up to Fairy magic, but I do not think that is going to be possible. Your Fairy magic seems to want to be dominant so it will be important for you to learn to control it before we try any type of spell or incantation.”
Her brow scrunches together. “How do you know so much about Witch magic?”
“Because the best defense is knowing the tricks of your enemy,” I explain .
“So you really do consider Witches your enemy? Where does that leave me then?” she ask s defensively.
I sigh. I do not want to have this conversation. I want to train her, and then get off this mountain. “It leaves you half Fairy , and we are wasting daylight by having this conversation.”
“Fine, what do you want me to do?”
Before offering her my hand, I check for her amulet. I am surprised to note that she did not put it back on. Could that mean she is beginning to trust me? Offering her my hand, I almost jump at the shock of electricity that travels up my arm. What was that? Trying to ignore the sensation, I say, “I would like you to focus on simply bringing the magic from the earth inside of you. I do not want you to direct it anywhere. I just want you to hold it.”
She nods and closes her eyes. I feel magic flowing into her again, and damn it, she is not controlling how much she is taking! When it begins to overflow into me, I feel like my blood is boiling. I tell her to let it go, but it is as if she cannot hear me. I try shaking her and yelling her name as I use my own magic to keep hers at bay, but it is getting harder. She seems determined to shove it into me.
When I finally have all of her magic out of me, I give a final push, sending her magic back within her. As soon as it hits her, I say, “Sleep.” She falls to the ground in a heap, and I sink to my knees, trying to regain my strength. How is she doing this?
After a moment, her eyes open, which startles me. Any other Fairy would not be able to wake until instructed to do so. Now, I am even more perplexed. Not to mention, a bit angrier as well .
“What happened?” she asks.
“You attempted to burn me from the inside out,” I growl . “You channeled too much magic to hold yourself , so you pushed it inside of me . I had to force it out with my own magic. You kept pushing , and as our magic worked against each other, my body was caught in the cross fire.”
“That must be why my head hurts,” she says, making me want to put her to sleep again. Or worse. Her head hurts? The entire inside of my body hurts. “Should we try again?” she asks, as if she does not understand what just happened. Or she does not care.
I need a few minutes to get myself under control before we have another go at her controlling her magic. In an attempt to gain more insight as to how much she really knows, I question her more about odd sayings and such that she learned growing up.
It turns out that her mother may have taught her more about the tenets of
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