An hour passed slowly, and then another, but I remained deep in meditation. Magic was the one thing I could truly lose myself in, the one single joy that had sustained me through countless dark nights. I spent almost the entire first half studying Astral Breath, working out countless ways it might connect with my soul.
After a dozen failed attempts, I finally gave up and opened my eyes. Fable glanced at me, disturbed by my lashing tail, and I let out a sharp breath.
"Sorry, it's just…never mind. I'll work on it later," I resolved. He blinked slowly then plopped his massive head in my lap, looking up at me expectantly.
