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grip. The weather around the Coven was mild compared to other places, for which Paris was grateful. He didn’t think he could stand having to dig his way out of a snow drift every morning in addition to being in the dark.
The trees were barren, reaching for the twilight sky, casting their arms in long, grey spindles. As he stepped out of the car, his breath plumed out in grey puffs before disappearing into the darkness. He pulled a high powered flashlight out with him and flicked it on, heading toward the pathways. He said a quick spell for his intentions, letting the forest know he was coming and asking it to look after him. The last thing he needed was to trip over a branch or a root and break a leg. Hopefully, Mother Nature was feeling kind and generous despite the cold and would keep him safe. He was glad for his coat and gloves, although he would have done better to bring a hat. His coat collar came up to cover the bottom part of his ears, but the night was sharp and he felt the tips of them growing cold.
As Paris walked, he turned over the bits of information he knew. Jade was having problems sleeping, having nightmares. Someone stopped her magic, but not his. There were reports coming in from the lake tied to Jade’s magic. He hoped no one in the Coven was foolish enough to try to keep Jade from using magic simply because they were worried about the lake or angry about the new Coven norm. But if that were the case, they’d likely be trying to stop Jade from all magic and not just the spell she’d done last night. Indeed, nothing had interrupted their rune work.
He was still fairly far out from the lake when he felt it - a brush of magic against his. Like the reports coming in Counter-Magic had said, it did feel like Jade’s magic, but he could also feel why the children would have cried. It was… chaotic and… raw. When Paris first met Jade, her power had been completely untrained, but even then, it hadn’t felt like this. This felt… hurt. Sad. Scared. It made the hair on the back of his neck rise. Paris had never gotten a sense of Jade’s magic like this. He didn’t even know her magic could feel like this. He realized his steps had slowed and he was moving forward at less than half his previous pace. The closer he got, the worse the feeling became. He felt anxious himself - as though the forest had eyes, all of them malevolent and turned his way. A sharp scent caught his attention and he sniffed. Licorice. He’d never smelled that as part of Jade’s magic before. He didn’t know anyone in the Coven with that marker. It was quite distinct. Paris took another deep breath. Licorice and vanilla. Vanilla was quite common among the Coven members. A lot of witches had it as a secondary, tertiary or quaternary scent. But the licorice was unique.
Another ten minutes in and he felt the deep pull of the lake. While large bodies of water always had some kind of magic in them, the lake’s had been amplified and affected by the tragedy involving Josef’s family. Witches could usually tell if there was a lake, river, or other large body of water close by from the natural pull of the element. But the lake in the Preserve had a stronger current to it now. It dragged at witches, not so much calling their power as tugging and yanking at it sharply. It usually affected those with an affinity for water the most. The less strong a witch’s water magic was, the less they would feel the lake. Paris had been quite surprised when Jade felt the lake from so far out. She was quite poor at water magic with no affinity for it. She was extraordinary with fire, strong in air, and moderately talented in earth. But her water magic was weak.
Now, though, the pulling, tugging sensation from the lake was mixed up with the feeling of Jade’s magic and Paris was assaulted by it. Jade’s magic overwhelmed him, though she was nowhere near the lake. The smell of licorice grew stronger as he got closer and when he finally cleared the
The trees were barren, reaching for the twilight sky, casting their arms in long, grey spindles. As he stepped out of the car, his breath plumed out in grey puffs before disappearing into the darkness. He pulled a high powered flashlight out with him and flicked it on, heading toward the pathways. He said a quick spell for his intentions, letting the forest know he was coming and asking it to look after him. The last thing he needed was to trip over a branch or a root and break a leg. Hopefully, Mother Nature was feeling kind and generous despite the cold and would keep him safe. He was glad for his coat and gloves, although he would have done better to bring a hat. His coat collar came up to cover the bottom part of his ears, but the night was sharp and he felt the tips of them growing cold.
As Paris walked, he turned over the bits of information he knew. Jade was having problems sleeping, having nightmares. Someone stopped her magic, but not his. There were reports coming in from the lake tied to Jade’s magic. He hoped no one in the Coven was foolish enough to try to keep Jade from using magic simply because they were worried about the lake or angry about the new Coven norm. But if that were the case, they’d likely be trying to stop Jade from all magic and not just the spell she’d done last night. Indeed, nothing had interrupted their rune work.
He was still fairly far out from the lake when he felt it - a brush of magic against his. Like the reports coming in Counter-Magic had said, it did feel like Jade’s magic, but he could also feel why the children would have cried. It was… chaotic and… raw. When Paris first met Jade, her power had been completely untrained, but even then, it hadn’t felt like this. This felt… hurt. Sad. Scared. It made the hair on the back of his neck rise. Paris had never gotten a sense of Jade’s magic like this. He didn’t even know her magic could feel like this. He realized his steps had slowed and he was moving forward at less than half his previous pace. The closer he got, the worse the feeling became. He felt anxious himself - as though the forest had eyes, all of them malevolent and turned his way. A sharp scent caught his attention and he sniffed. Licorice. He’d never smelled that as part of Jade’s magic before. He didn’t know anyone in the Coven with that marker. It was quite distinct. Paris took another deep breath. Licorice and vanilla. Vanilla was quite common among the Coven members. A lot of witches had it as a secondary, tertiary or quaternary scent. But the licorice was unique.
Another ten minutes in and he felt the deep pull of the lake. While large bodies of water always had some kind of magic in them, the lake’s had been amplified and affected by the tragedy involving Josef’s family. Witches could usually tell if there was a lake, river, or other large body of water close by from the natural pull of the element. But the lake in the Preserve had a stronger current to it now. It dragged at witches, not so much calling their power as tugging and yanking at it sharply. It usually affected those with an affinity for water the most. The less strong a witch’s water magic was, the less they would feel the lake. Paris had been quite surprised when Jade felt the lake from so far out. She was quite poor at water magic with no affinity for it. She was extraordinary with fire, strong in air, and moderately talented in earth. But her water magic was weak.
Now, though, the pulling, tugging sensation from the lake was mixed up with the feeling of Jade’s magic and Paris was assaulted by it. Jade’s magic overwhelmed him, though she was nowhere near the lake. The smell of licorice grew stronger as he got closer and when he finally cleared the
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