In that instant, Rowan cast off the fears that had been working so hard to find a permanent place in his heart. It was easy once he made the decision to do so. He'd just needed a little nudge.
Of course he remembered — truly remembered what it felt like to sing — not to wield magic, but simply because he needed it as much as he needed the air in his lungs. How could he have doubted himself for even one second?
He started by humming a wordless tune as he finished his walk around the garden, a simple thing that left his weakened vocal cords sore before he could even finish the melody once. But with that soreness, the emptiness inside him was replaced entirely with joy.
He could still sing. That was more than enough magic for him
Well, to be fair, calling the wobbly sound he'd just made singing was like calling a rooster a nightingale, but it didn't matter. It still made him happy.
