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were very clear.” He smirked, and shook his head ruefully. “The fact that Water clearly doesn’t like you wasn’t the fault of Air.”
“Are you making fun of me?” she said with a glare.
“No,” he said, laughing. “I’m trying to invite you to attend the School of Air as a student.” He glanced up in the sky. “With the requirement, of course, that you finish your exams once the sixth moon wanes.”
Suddenly Cris, the grassy sward, and the lake vanished, and she was back under the domed rotunda where it had all begun.
Chapter 7
A ll five of the youths stood in various states of disrepair, with expressions ranging from disgruntled to angry to hopeful.
“Well,” Masadi said, as he walked toward the center of the room, “You have all passed the first test, a test of magical ability and school fit. Now: we know that you have all had a long morning,” he continued, as he gestured towards to the windows placed high along the walls. The waning sun indicated that it was already late afternoon.
“There is but one more…activity, shall we say, for today. One which you will perform together to ensure compatibility and accurate placement.”
As he spoke, a glowing ring began to form in the air, two feet in diameter and waist high. It was somewhat intimidating. Allorna turned with a questioning look to see four other testing officials, including the Fire Headmaster, gathering along the wall holding hands. Masadi said, “This is the Ler Ring. Please gather around its edges and hold your hands above it.” He then walked over to join his colleagues.
With tired sidelong glances at each other, the youths reluctantly stepped up to the glowing circle and thrust their hands into the blue-hazed air above it.
As soon as they were in place, they began to hear voices in their heads. They could still see each other clearly, but they also felt like they were having private conversations with others at the same time.
Masadi voice sounded again: “This is merely a formality—a final look at your powers through the Ler Ring, and a general conversation with a Probate, Initiate, or Headmaster. We will seek to be quick.”
*****
A young man nodded at Maride. Maride, I am Cris, an Air Initiate. I will assess your powers. As Maride turned to face him, he grinned and corrected himself. Ah, no need. I can feel your magical vibrations from here on the air currents. The ring helps. You already know you are of the School of Research; I am here to tell you that you would do well in the House of Dormant Research.
“You can tell all that from a vibe ?” he exclaimed. Then, with a mutinous look, he challenged: “And how do you know I don’t have any specialized magic?”
On the contrary, Maride, you have some of the strongest magic I have ever seen, Cris replied evenly. It is not tied to one element or field, but rather gives you the ability to practice in all of them…within certain limitations.
He rolled his eyes; Cris ignored him and went on. As a student of the Dormant House, you will be able to contribute to the legacy of magical practitioners for decades to come. You will learn to assess a person’s magical potential, hidden or visible, and help them understand their gifts, while also pursuing your own interests as they come.
“Oh, well, in that case,” Maride said softly, “I suppose it’s okay then.”
In Allorna’s head, Locus’ voice returned with a languid, Hello, young lady. She folded her arms and snorted. In her view, he spelled trouble; his was the kind of lazy, flirty voice (not to mention nice arms) that had gotten many a doxy on Allorna’s trainee beat in trouble.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see each of the other four youths engaged in conversations, seemingly with themselves, but she assumed with one of the testers in the corner, as she was. She swallowed deeply and focused her full concentration on Locus. He smiled and proclaimed, Oh yes, definitely Fire, and
“Are you making fun of me?” she said with a glare.
“No,” he said, laughing. “I’m trying to invite you to attend the School of Air as a student.” He glanced up in the sky. “With the requirement, of course, that you finish your exams once the sixth moon wanes.”
Suddenly Cris, the grassy sward, and the lake vanished, and she was back under the domed rotunda where it had all begun.
Chapter 7
A ll five of the youths stood in various states of disrepair, with expressions ranging from disgruntled to angry to hopeful.
“Well,” Masadi said, as he walked toward the center of the room, “You have all passed the first test, a test of magical ability and school fit. Now: we know that you have all had a long morning,” he continued, as he gestured towards to the windows placed high along the walls. The waning sun indicated that it was already late afternoon.
“There is but one more…activity, shall we say, for today. One which you will perform together to ensure compatibility and accurate placement.”
As he spoke, a glowing ring began to form in the air, two feet in diameter and waist high. It was somewhat intimidating. Allorna turned with a questioning look to see four other testing officials, including the Fire Headmaster, gathering along the wall holding hands. Masadi said, “This is the Ler Ring. Please gather around its edges and hold your hands above it.” He then walked over to join his colleagues.
With tired sidelong glances at each other, the youths reluctantly stepped up to the glowing circle and thrust their hands into the blue-hazed air above it.
As soon as they were in place, they began to hear voices in their heads. They could still see each other clearly, but they also felt like they were having private conversations with others at the same time.
Masadi voice sounded again: “This is merely a formality—a final look at your powers through the Ler Ring, and a general conversation with a Probate, Initiate, or Headmaster. We will seek to be quick.”
*****
A young man nodded at Maride. Maride, I am Cris, an Air Initiate. I will assess your powers. As Maride turned to face him, he grinned and corrected himself. Ah, no need. I can feel your magical vibrations from here on the air currents. The ring helps. You already know you are of the School of Research; I am here to tell you that you would do well in the House of Dormant Research.
“You can tell all that from a vibe ?” he exclaimed. Then, with a mutinous look, he challenged: “And how do you know I don’t have any specialized magic?”
On the contrary, Maride, you have some of the strongest magic I have ever seen, Cris replied evenly. It is not tied to one element or field, but rather gives you the ability to practice in all of them…within certain limitations.
He rolled his eyes; Cris ignored him and went on. As a student of the Dormant House, you will be able to contribute to the legacy of magical practitioners for decades to come. You will learn to assess a person’s magical potential, hidden or visible, and help them understand their gifts, while also pursuing your own interests as they come.
“Oh, well, in that case,” Maride said softly, “I suppose it’s okay then.”
In Allorna’s head, Locus’ voice returned with a languid, Hello, young lady. She folded her arms and snorted. In her view, he spelled trouble; his was the kind of lazy, flirty voice (not to mention nice arms) that had gotten many a doxy on Allorna’s trainee beat in trouble.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see each of the other four youths engaged in conversations, seemingly with themselves, but she assumed with one of the testers in the corner, as she was. She swallowed deeply and focused her full concentration on Locus. He smiled and proclaimed, Oh yes, definitely Fire, and
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