Azriel POV
Azriel moved with tears of frustration. There were pins and needles on her body, all over from trying to push herself so hard, but nothing worked. Her forehead was dotted with beads of sweat from trying to focus on calling out to her magic, bit it stayed inside, like a small broken thing. She could sense it, but she could sense a reluctance in it as well. The Blight had terrified it.
Kali was getting rapidly impatient. She had been limping in circles around Azriel. Nuria stood in a corner, wringing her hands nervously. She coughed and said to Kali softly, "Perhaps we are going about it the wrong way Kali. Maybe she needs to be cajoled into it. Screaming at her is not going to help. Perhaps, if you let her breathe a little."
