whoopsies

“I know little about corrupted magic,” Everleigh protested. It was true however, and whatever she did know about one’s magic manifesting in negative ways was sparse compared to what the other proctors must have known. She had never even seen a book detailing corrupted magic, other than it almost...

The surgery wasn't able to be done, and it'll probably be a few months before we get to try again, so... Forget about that last post. Stuck with me a while longer.

Masika looked up at the sun, the rays catching the golden undertone of her warm brown skin, her brown irises flaring into a pool of amber for a split second until a triumphant shout caught her attention. She looked back down at the playing field. Or rather, the construction site that wasn’t...