"Fountain. Flow. As I will," Hauke intoned, his iridescent horn glowing with a brilliant blue aura.
What happened next was a demonstration of sorcery almost as impressive and exquisite as the mist raven that Nyrielle had conjured when Ashlynn began learning sorcery. A thin rivulet of crystal clear water rose up from the hole in the ice like a serpent, tentatively looking around before becoming thicker and flowing in a circle around the young Frost Walker.
"Amazing," Andrus breathed, his hazel eyes wide with wonder. Despite Hauke's warning to stand clear, he edged closer to watch, reminding Ashlynn of an excited child at a festival performance. "I've seen Sir Thane shape the mists in the vale, but this is…"
"Mind your position," Virve said, placing a restraining hand on his shoulder and gently pulling him back to a safer distance. Even as she spoke, she found it difficult to keep her focus on their surroundings while Hauke demonstrated his sorcery.
