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Henk Salak Nilamani Pomrick Bloomsfield Colt Pirian The young nobleman had listened with the patience that his upbringing demanded, his golden eyes never wavering from the faces of those who spoke. Though their words carried weight and sincerity, he found within them nothing that stirred...

Henk Salak Livia Quinnick Elyon and Eshara Lysander pinched the bridge of his nose, the old, steadying habit that kept sharp words from slipping free. The twins’ reply slid past the question he’d asked, as if he’d tossed a stone into a pond and watched it skip away instead of sink. “That—”...

Nilamani Pomrick Bloomsfield Elyon and Eshara Henk Alistair Krixus Livia Quinnick Lysander gave a slow blink and rolled his eyes skyward, as though searching for patience among the rafters. "Can you fault me for it? None of the men and women who drilled me at arms were given to kindness. And...

Nilamani Pomrick Bloomsfield Lysander’s gaze lingered on the strangers a moment longer, then he gave a shrug that seemed half dismissal, half amusement. “They don’t look like any students I’ve ever seen. I’d wager they’re Anirians. And if they are—well, that explains it. Leave it to Anirians...

Nilamani Pomrick Bloomsfield Lysander let his shoulders rise and fall, a small, untroubled motion. Outwardly he seemed indifferent; inwardly his gaze stayed on Pomrick, sharp as a knife laid flat. He could almost smell the boy’s unease, though the cause of it would not name itself. To Lysander...

Pomrick Bloomsfield Nilamani Vaezhasar Drakspae Lysander shifted, planting his feet and setting his hands at his hips. A small frown cast its shadow; his white brows drew together like two creatures meeting on a narrow branch. “Spare me the melodramatics, Pomrick, Nilamani,” he said, and...

Pomrick Bloomsfield Nilamani Lysander looked up from whatever quiet orbit his thoughts had settled into and gave a small, knowing nod toward Nilamani. “Well,” he said, not quite smiling, “look who’s slithered in.” His eyes passed over her, golden and distant, but not unkind. Whatever judgment...

Lysander turned only partway, as if not to break the small spell that paint and canvas had cast. His gaze went from the colors to Pomrick, the tangle of hair, the eyes too awake for this hour, and he let his mouth take on a crooked line that was almost a smile. “Your jokes are so thoroughly bad...

Lysander stood before the canvas, posture straight, gloved hands tucked neatly behind his back. His white coat, lined in black and gold, caught the gallery light with each slow breath. The painting loomed tall—an ominous fortress, wrought in deep blues and blacks. The battlements looked jagged...

“Physics? Yes. Architecture? No,” Lysander said, arms crossed under his chest. “I admire good street plans and clean lines, but mortar and joinery don’t hold my interest.” He shut his eyes and rolled his head once, left to right. “I can’t even build a wooden crate, let alone anything larger...

Lysander shook his head, golden eyes steady on Aiko. “It’s a magical affinity I was born with,” he said. “I can control energy, and if you can control energy well enough, you can bend space to your will.” He lifted his hand and held his palm out toward her. The air around his fingers...

Lysander stayed at Aiko’s side as he spoke, his gaze fixed less on the canvas and more on the way her hands moved, how her wrist tilted, how her fingers gripped the brush. It was the rhythm of the act that held his attention, not the subject taking shape on the canvas. “Let’s see,” he said...

Lysander quirked an eyebrow. He didn’t quite understand why Nilamani had insisted on pairing him with the elf girl, but, in a moment of rare goodwill, he complied. He stepped over, slow and deliberate, and halted beside Aiko with exactly three feet of polite distance between them. From there...

Nilamani Aiko Pomrick Bloomsfield Lysander crossed his arms under his chest and tilted his head. His posture made it clear, he would answer, but only because he chose to. “It’s simple,” he said. “There’s a magical art I aim to master. It deals with spatial manipulation. Most know the stars tie...

Pomrick Bloomsfield Aiko Nilamani Lysander gave a small shrug as Pomrick’s voice faltered into silence. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, taking advantage of the lull. His posture straightened, confidence shaping every line of his frame beneath the soft lantern light. “I’m Lysander...