The Mage's Heart
“I contemplated getting Valhared to sail us there, but it would take too long. A portal will be much quicker.”
We rode out until we passed the ruins where we had camped, and he dismounted to lay out his spell components. He mounted behind me and Florien landed on his shoulder, clinging to his hair.
“Aperianu,” Rivyn commanded, the metallic bite of the magic sharp on the air. I sneezed and he laughed as he urged Coryfe through the portal. “Your allergy to magic, I can, however, fix for you immediately.”
“It doesn’t bother me greatly now that we’re away from the mages. I am almost accustomed to your magic, except for when you cast it from directly behind me,” I pointed out. His hair blew over
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