Clumps of white powder scatter across the wooden planks of my doorstep as I stomp my booted feet. The others are headed to the cafeteria for a well-deserved dinner, but I'm too amped up to eat. Magic thrums beneath my skin like dancing electricity, even as my body's exhausted from the day's events.
"Your capacity has grown." Grimoire materializes beside me once I enter the cabin, in his favored childlike form. "The Grand Sage's quartz would make excellent storage."
It's pleasantly warm inside, encouraging me to throw off the thousand layers I'm wearing. Lucas always makes sure our place is tended to so I come home to a heated home. "Where did I put those stones?"
"Under the bed." Grimoire watches as Selene veers away from us, toward the far corner of the kitchen. "In the wooden box with the brass clasp."
"Running away already?" I ask her.
The stones reek of after you enchant them. They make me sneeze and itch.
