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Authors: Debora Geary
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quiet lines of power sitting on Govin’s palms.
And then he started to move them. Very slowly, one rope sliding around the other in a bendy figure eight. The shaping for the candle flame. And then he called a third line and sent it up the middle. Fire.
“Easy.” Mia sounded very sure of herself for a kiddo who had only seen this once.
Govin raised an eyebrow and banished the flame, and then set his physical hands on Mia’s palms. “Okay, you try it. You guide my power flows into the right shape.”
Nell blinked. The mind magic had just leveled up, hard. Real hands and magic hands were two separate things. Kinda.
I can do it. Aervyn’s broom hovered just behind Mia’s head. Nell didn’t even feel the clink as he took over the mind feed. Smooth as magical silk.
We do something a little bit similar with Kenna, sent Jamie quietly. Her magic, but same hand-over-hand idea.
Mia’s hands were already moving—and whatever superboy was doing, it was giving Govin enough to work with. Three seconds later, the entire candle melted. The student squealed, and the trainer chuckled. “That was very nice work. Fast, too. You have your mama’s touch with spellshapes.”
Mia turned pink and happy all the way up to her ears.
Nell relaxed. Whatever happened next, her girl had gotten a very nice boost to her flagging confidence. Which mattered, especially with a baby fire witch.
Yeah. Jamie beamed amused approval as Mia grinned and reached for Govin’s hands again. Not bad for the trainer off the bench.
Three more times, the patient man led his new student through the shaping of the flows. Three times, she snapped them into form with impressive speed, confidence building each time.
And then he smiled at her quietly. “Okay. Now try it without looking.”
Mia’s eyes opened wide.
Govin winked. “Pretend your uncle Jamie just added a blindfold to the Gordian knot level.”
Nell hid a snort. That was a dare issued—to more than one witch. Jamie was grinning up on his broom. The ogre dungeon would have a blindfold by nightfall.
Mia put her hands back under Govin’s. Nell cut off the mind channel to her daughter, but kept watching with her own eyes. It was the magical equivalent of handing a blind girl a pack of matches and a candlestick.
“Feel the flows, Mia.” Govin’s voice was as smooth as glass. “Imagine them as if they were there, just like you saw them the last three times. Witches can use a lot more than their eyes to find the magic.”
Not when they were messing with someone else’s flows.
Nell squinted—someone was gently coating the lesson with power, so subtle she could barely see it.
Aervyn, sent Jamie succinctly. Some kind of anti-burn spell. With an auto-trigger. So nobody’s eyebrows get singed if Mia misses.
Damn. Her boychild had always had big, impressive magic. Lately, he was showing off an entirely new set of skills. The kind that spoke of control and humility and weaving more threads of power than Nell could even begin to hold—and there wasn’t another witch alive who could match her skills with complex flows.
It wasn’t a complex flow they were watching now, though. Mia, very tentative, was moving Govin’s hands. And tying his gentle lines of power into a snarl that would light exactly nothing.
They all winced in unison. Fire witches couldn’t be tentative.
Govin turned his hands over, stopping her movements and neatly dissipating the snarl at the same time. “It’s just like riding a bike. Ever tried to ride really, really slowly?”
Mia shook her head. One girlchild who never did anything slowly.
Govin chuckled. “Well, take my word for it, then. It’s all wobbly and really hard to balance. If you go faster, everything smoothes out and it’s a lot easier.”
Jamie’s efforts to hold back his snickers weren’t all that effective.
Mia didn’t bother. Her eyes
And then he started to move them. Very slowly, one rope sliding around the other in a bendy figure eight. The shaping for the candle flame. And then he called a third line and sent it up the middle. Fire.
“Easy.” Mia sounded very sure of herself for a kiddo who had only seen this once.
Govin raised an eyebrow and banished the flame, and then set his physical hands on Mia’s palms. “Okay, you try it. You guide my power flows into the right shape.”
Nell blinked. The mind magic had just leveled up, hard. Real hands and magic hands were two separate things. Kinda.
I can do it. Aervyn’s broom hovered just behind Mia’s head. Nell didn’t even feel the clink as he took over the mind feed. Smooth as magical silk.
We do something a little bit similar with Kenna, sent Jamie quietly. Her magic, but same hand-over-hand idea.
Mia’s hands were already moving—and whatever superboy was doing, it was giving Govin enough to work with. Three seconds later, the entire candle melted. The student squealed, and the trainer chuckled. “That was very nice work. Fast, too. You have your mama’s touch with spellshapes.”
Mia turned pink and happy all the way up to her ears.
Nell relaxed. Whatever happened next, her girl had gotten a very nice boost to her flagging confidence. Which mattered, especially with a baby fire witch.
Yeah. Jamie beamed amused approval as Mia grinned and reached for Govin’s hands again. Not bad for the trainer off the bench.
Three more times, the patient man led his new student through the shaping of the flows. Three times, she snapped them into form with impressive speed, confidence building each time.
And then he smiled at her quietly. “Okay. Now try it without looking.”
Mia’s eyes opened wide.
Govin winked. “Pretend your uncle Jamie just added a blindfold to the Gordian knot level.”
Nell hid a snort. That was a dare issued—to more than one witch. Jamie was grinning up on his broom. The ogre dungeon would have a blindfold by nightfall.
Mia put her hands back under Govin’s. Nell cut off the mind channel to her daughter, but kept watching with her own eyes. It was the magical equivalent of handing a blind girl a pack of matches and a candlestick.
“Feel the flows, Mia.” Govin’s voice was as smooth as glass. “Imagine them as if they were there, just like you saw them the last three times. Witches can use a lot more than their eyes to find the magic.”
Not when they were messing with someone else’s flows.
Nell squinted—someone was gently coating the lesson with power, so subtle she could barely see it.
Aervyn, sent Jamie succinctly. Some kind of anti-burn spell. With an auto-trigger. So nobody’s eyebrows get singed if Mia misses.
Damn. Her boychild had always had big, impressive magic. Lately, he was showing off an entirely new set of skills. The kind that spoke of control and humility and weaving more threads of power than Nell could even begin to hold—and there wasn’t another witch alive who could match her skills with complex flows.
It wasn’t a complex flow they were watching now, though. Mia, very tentative, was moving Govin’s hands. And tying his gentle lines of power into a snarl that would light exactly nothing.
They all winced in unison. Fire witches couldn’t be tentative.
Govin turned his hands over, stopping her movements and neatly dissipating the snarl at the same time. “It’s just like riding a bike. Ever tried to ride really, really slowly?”
Mia shook her head. One girlchild who never did anything slowly.
Govin chuckled. “Well, take my word for it, then. It’s all wobbly and really hard to balance. If you go faster, everything smoothes out and it’s a lot easier.”
Jamie’s efforts to hold back his snickers weren’t all that effective.
Mia didn’t bother. Her eyes
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