Ivalyn stood at the edge of her balcony, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The moonlit night embraced her, casting a silver glow on her delicate figure wrapped in dark garments, a simple tunic and pants covered by a cloak. Hanging on her right shoulder was a satchel. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill her lungs. The time had come to reveal her secret to Prince Magnus, to show him the extent of her magical abilities as a sign of sincerity.
With a focused mind and a clear image of her purpose that night, Ivalyn summoned the power within her. Sparkling wisps of magic swirled around her with an eclectic sensation that flowed through her entire being. She closed her eyes, concentrating on her intention to fly, to soar through the night sky like a graceful bird.
