A significant amount of time had passed since Ether had last seen her grandma, Essie. Because she was a skilled mage, she had been occupied with researching and honing her powers for several years, and during that time she had not seen Essie. But as she made her way through the woods, she was well aware that she was drawing ever nearer to the cabin that her grandmother had built. She was familiar with the sensation, as it was one that she had felt many times in the past: the tug of their connection.
Ether was born into a family of mages, and she received the talent for magic that had been passed down from her grandmother. But what truly set her apart was the fact that she was able to communicate with Essie in each of her incarnations. No matter how much time had gone between their meetings, no matter how many times she had been reincarnated, she and her grandma always managed to find each other.
