North, I could stick the pitcher out the window and scoop up some snow for a refill,” she huffed. Chandra put the pitcher down on the table. She knew she could get the guard to have someone bring her more, but she didn't like the thought of having anyone possibly see Frostwhite.
Of course, realizing that she would have to go without made her thirstier, but the rain had shifted away again, so that was no help. It wasn't as though she had any way to strain out the sand and debris that would likely come with it if she were honest with herself. She swallowed dryly and thought about how long she would be waiting for dinner and a fresh pitcher of water.
As she sat there, she heard a quiet tinkling sound. She turned to look at the window, wondering if something had chipped or broken pieces off when she wasn't watching, but it was intact. Frostwhite was looking at her with both eyes wide. She eyed the pitcher.
Chandra hadn't seen any rocks or bits of rubbish in the pitcher when she had looked before, but it wasn't unheard of for one of the other students or kitchen staff to put things in her water. She frowned. It was a little sad that it would be logical to assume someone did something to show how much she was hated.
Chandra picked the pitcher back up to look inside and almost dropped it. The pitcher became cumbersome with water that was almost frozen solid. The clink had been the layer of ice on the top of the pool breaking. She put the pitcher down, rubbed her eyes and picked it back up. It was still full of icy water.
6
Chandra picked up her goblet and watched the water very intently as it poured out of the pitcher. Her mind told her that it was some trick of the light. Nothing would come out because she evidently imagined that it had filled itself. Water poured into the goblet at a trickle with bits of ice and became hefty. Chandra set both cup and pitcher down on the table before turning deftly to look behind her. She crouched down to look under the table then hurried across the room to look inside her wardrobe despite the fact it wasn't big enough to hold a person. There was no one else in the chamber to have cast a spell.
Chandra closed the double doors of the wardrobe and turned back to look at the pitcher that sat innocuously on the table.
There was no one else in the room to have cast a spell...
Chandra continued to stare, a warm feeling filling her chest and making her heart race with joy. Somehow, she must have had tapped into her power and refilled the pitcher.
Desire is one of the strongest aspects of casting.
Master had told her that many times. She had always taken it to mean that she must not want to do well but saw it now for the truth that it was. Now all Chandra needed to do was figure out how she had managed it.
Chandra spent the remainder of the day finishing the first book, which ended up being an inventory of items bought and sold at some estate over 100 years ago and started on the one she had grabbed from behind Master Dreys' desk. Now that there was no pressure to find a magic key in the books, she was somewhat able to enjoy them.
The second book had interesting bits of history as well as several passages that were personal letters and notes. She even found a passage referring to a magical house cat.
"This is incredible. This whole entry entails how this cat appeared out of nowhere and magnified the mage's magic," she told Frostwhite.
The bird looked up for a moment after preening its feathers and met her eyes. It didn’t show any outward form of reaction, but she felt like Frostwhite was listening. Chandra went back to reading.
After a few more pages about magical animals, she spoke again. This time, she arched an eyebrow at the bird. “Do you have magic?”
The bird stood and stretched his wings out wide.
Keek kee kee keek
"We need to work on your conversations skills," Chandra said and shook her head at him with a smile. Frostwhite preened.
“Okay, I’ll read it then,” she
Of course, realizing that she would have to go without made her thirstier, but the rain had shifted away again, so that was no help. It wasn't as though she had any way to strain out the sand and debris that would likely come with it if she were honest with herself. She swallowed dryly and thought about how long she would be waiting for dinner and a fresh pitcher of water.
As she sat there, she heard a quiet tinkling sound. She turned to look at the window, wondering if something had chipped or broken pieces off when she wasn't watching, but it was intact. Frostwhite was looking at her with both eyes wide. She eyed the pitcher.
Chandra hadn't seen any rocks or bits of rubbish in the pitcher when she had looked before, but it wasn't unheard of for one of the other students or kitchen staff to put things in her water. She frowned. It was a little sad that it would be logical to assume someone did something to show how much she was hated.
Chandra picked the pitcher back up to look inside and almost dropped it. The pitcher became cumbersome with water that was almost frozen solid. The clink had been the layer of ice on the top of the pool breaking. She put the pitcher down, rubbed her eyes and picked it back up. It was still full of icy water.
6
Chandra picked up her goblet and watched the water very intently as it poured out of the pitcher. Her mind told her that it was some trick of the light. Nothing would come out because she evidently imagined that it had filled itself. Water poured into the goblet at a trickle with bits of ice and became hefty. Chandra set both cup and pitcher down on the table before turning deftly to look behind her. She crouched down to look under the table then hurried across the room to look inside her wardrobe despite the fact it wasn't big enough to hold a person. There was no one else in the chamber to have cast a spell.
Chandra closed the double doors of the wardrobe and turned back to look at the pitcher that sat innocuously on the table.
There was no one else in the room to have cast a spell...
Chandra continued to stare, a warm feeling filling her chest and making her heart race with joy. Somehow, she must have had tapped into her power and refilled the pitcher.
Desire is one of the strongest aspects of casting.
Master had told her that many times. She had always taken it to mean that she must not want to do well but saw it now for the truth that it was. Now all Chandra needed to do was figure out how she had managed it.
Chandra spent the remainder of the day finishing the first book, which ended up being an inventory of items bought and sold at some estate over 100 years ago and started on the one she had grabbed from behind Master Dreys' desk. Now that there was no pressure to find a magic key in the books, she was somewhat able to enjoy them.
The second book had interesting bits of history as well as several passages that were personal letters and notes. She even found a passage referring to a magical house cat.
"This is incredible. This whole entry entails how this cat appeared out of nowhere and magnified the mage's magic," she told Frostwhite.
The bird looked up for a moment after preening its feathers and met her eyes. It didn’t show any outward form of reaction, but she felt like Frostwhite was listening. Chandra went back to reading.
After a few more pages about magical animals, she spoke again. This time, she arched an eyebrow at the bird. “Do you have magic?”
The bird stood and stretched his wings out wide.
Keek kee kee keek
"We need to work on your conversations skills," Chandra said and shook her head at him with a smile. Frostwhite preened.
“Okay, I’ll read it then,” she
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