The Mage's Heart
I was fonder of the mage, and if I had to chose between him and Coryfe, it was not a difficult choice to make.
We stepped out into the dining hall, to find the space filled with mages, their hoods drawn, shadowing their faces. The entire college was present, from apprentices through to the seniors, all muttering incantations as they attempted to end Rivyn’s spell. They turned to us in alarmed unison, obviously unaware that Rivyn had succeeded in freeing us from the hallway.
I began my little children’s verse about the wind, and heard my voice echo around the room, so that I sung rounds with myself, the sound rising beyond the abilities of a non-magical vocal range. Wind rose, blowing back th
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