"Of course, no one told me how long witches live. No one told me I am a witch until three days ago!" Caroline said, her voice coming out more shrill than she had intended. Now that she was aware of it, she could feel the well within herself begin to fill again.
She could sense onya pulling into her from the ground and the air. The younger witch took deep breaths attempting to calm her already frayed nerves. She was able to stem the flow and release some of the magic back into the surrounding space, this time without knocking over her teacher.
She watched as Aniyoh's look of dread quickly melted into a relieved expression. The older witch swiped a few errant curls back from her forehead. "That was very well done, Cari. It usually takes much longer to control the flow of onya."
"No one calls me Cari," Caroline told the woman.
