Asuriel rose to her feet with renewed strength. Excitement and power pulsed through her veins as if she had been injected with heroin, which sent a wave of euphoria from her head to her toes. Instincts she didn't have before seemed to take over her body.
"Fatebinder," she whispered beneath her breath. Sure enough, the long paintbrush appeared in her hand at her command. Asuriel felt its weight in her hand and smiled affectionately; it truly felt like an extension of herself or like an old friend.
Vaerion quirked a brow. "A brush?"
"I can use it to channel my ink," she explained briefly.
