The runes had become so familiar to her that Quylla could see them like notes on a musical score, each one with its sound, requiring a different tempo according to the spell they were meant to produce.
Soon she seemed to be dancing with a shadow partner that kept trying to get close but missed her by a hair's breadth.
Like Lith had earlier said, Quylla was definitely a genius.
She had learned fake magic from books when she was barely six years old and had just learned how to read. She had managed to survive even though no one had explained to her anything about the complexities of hand signs, accents, and the risks that mistakes implied.
She had created her first spell by herself when she was seven, to help her patients and she had never stopped improving it as she discovered more about magic. Quylla had enrolled in the fourth year of academy when she was just twelve, competing the whole time with Lith for the top spot.
