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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...

Pomrick Bloomsfield Nilamani Aiko Lysander halted a polite arm’s length from Nilamani, coat-tails settling around his boots like pale plumage. A faint clink and the muffled swish of cloth made him glance back. He watched as Pomrick hastily fumbled to close one of his half-open pouches...

Nilamani Pomrick Bloomsfield Lysander crossed the open lawn with a leisurely stride, pale coat drifting gently in the evening breeze and gleaming softly beneath the scattered stars overhead. Ahead lay the small gathering of students—an uncertain circle of lanterns spilling flickering amber...

Nilamani Lysander scoffed, a sharp exhale through his nose that conveyed all the disdain he didn’t bother putting into words. Still, he didn’t snap or scold—not yet. Instead, he leaned slightly to the side, plucked up a twig from the grass with exaggerated care, and poked Nilamani in the ribs...

Nilamani Lysander’s entire face contorted, somewhere between a pout and a frown, as if his pride and sense of propriety had just taken a simultaneous slap. His white brows drew low while his lips twisted into an uneven, vaguely squiggled line, the very picture of reluctant indignation. A faint...

Nilamani Lysander’s brow twitched, and for the first time in their exchange, a hint of a scowl darkened his otherwise composed features. He tilted his head back, just slightly, as though trying to determine whether Nilamani was being genuinely inquisitive or simply provoking him. “What sort of...

Nilamani Lysander rolled his eyes, a gesture so practiced it might as well have been hereditary. Nilamani’s remark didn’t rattle him in the slightest, in fact, he found the assumption rather arrogant, as if their mere presence could somehow derail his focus or dull his intellect. “Do as you...

Nilamani Lysander allowed his focus to slip, letting the arcane current ebb from behind his eyes like water draining from a basin. The pulsating glow dimmed, faded, and was gone—leaving only the familiar molten hue of his irises, sharp and yellow as sunlit gold. He blinked once more, slower...

Nilamani Lysander closed his eyes with the solemnity of a boy about to dive headfirst into a freezing river. His chest rose, then stilled. He drew in a sharp breath through pursed lips, controlled, measured, then slowly exhaled through his nose. The hum of the world dimmed in his awareness, as...

Nilamani Lysander tilted his head, humming softly through his nose as if weighing Nilamani’s request, though the truth was, he relished the challenge the moment it left their lips. One could see it in the slight narrowing of his eyes, the faint twitch of amusement tugging at the corner of his...

Nilamani “Witch-sight,” Lysander began, reclining a little further as if settling into a lecture he’d given before, “is the ability to see magic, literally.” He gestured with both hands for emphasis, raising them in a slow, sweeping motion as though conjuring something theatrical from thin...