My Blood Wizard System
The new constellation above us (blackbird carrying sun, coyote tracks, dragon wings, fox tails, book pages, tiny black holes) has been officially named by the university:
The Court of the Unbroken Storm.
Students call it “the Pack Star.”
Our wrist oath-marks glow soft violet and gold in perfect sync.
A new banner hangs from the dorm’s highest spire:
“Welcome to Year Two: Try Not to Break the Multiverse Before Finals.”
Remy kisses my temple.
Remy (husband-voice, rough and warm):
“Ready to go be legends again, Mrs. Tsatoke?”
I grin against his neck.
Celeste:
“Only if we get to break something bigger than the sky this year.”