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Echos of Touch
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2025-08-28 22:05:00Therrin’s POV
The woods were quiet, the fading light of twilight spilling through the branches in fractured shafts, painting the forest floor in mottled gold and gray. I had deliberately come here alone, seeking space where the Mistress’s influence could not crowd me—though, in truth, her lessons lingered, wrapped around my senses like smoke. My palms still tingled faintly from the previous day’s training, the heat of exertion simmering under my skin, and I felt my chest rise and fall in a rhythm dictated as much by anticipation as by exhaustion.I crouched low, feeling the earth beneath my fingertips, grounding myself. The shadows between the trees beckoned, and I responded, whispering the incantations the Mistress had drilled into me. My magic flowed reluctantly at first, hesitant, like a wild river trying to find its course. And yet, the deeper I reached into myself, the more alive it felt—curling along my veins, searing and soothing in equal measure, demanding
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