The air still hummed faintly in her bones long after Corin smothered the dust spiral back into stillness. Morena had motioned for Corin to go about his own thing so that she could think; she sat at the table, fingers brushing the wood as her mind moved.
Was the risk worth the reward? This was something she had to consider.
Helping the man more than she currently did would be setting her path in stone; it would be going against the church. If she were found out—no—when she was found out, it would mean having to abandon this Kingdom.
But this was a path that led to Wizards. Something she desired to understand, something she desired for power.
It wasn't stories, nor tavern rumors. Not the ramblings of desperate men.
The proof had been right before her, faint and trembling though it was. A gust of wind weaker than a bellows, a scrap of parchment with symbols that bled change.
Yet it was enough.
