Jaunten (Advent Mage Cycle) by Raconteur Honor

Author:Raconteur, Honor [Raconteur, Honor]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy
Published: 2011-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen: Magic

If my "field trip" had taught me anything, it was that I needed to focus on my personal training. I was very wasteful when it came to using my magic, using far more than what was absolutely necessary to get the job done. I couldn't do the more subtle magic at all—in fact, I depended on Chatta (and Kartal at times) to do certain tasks because I hadn't a clue on how to do it.

I spent the next month really buckling down and focusing on sharpening my skills. During the weekends, I was a regular visitor at Trev'nor's new home, of course, but during the school week itself, I was almost entirely absorbed in practicing magic.

In hindsight, that might not have been entirely wise.

I started today out in the practice yard, under one of the shield domes just in case something went wrong. Considering that no one living knew how to train a Mage, an accident was a very real possibility. More than half the time what I did was sheer guess work, and it tested my limits when it came to metal. Dirt was easy to manipulate, as was stone, but metal was a little more involved. I've come to the conclusion that the more that something had been tampered with by man, the harder it was for me to affect it. Too far removed from its natural state, perhaps?

"Garth!"

At the hail, I turned my head, looking curiously at a very agitated and irate Doss heading my direction. His red hair was standing out from his head in various directions; his face was flushed in unattractive red, and he was breathing heavily. Uh-oh, this didn't look good. I dropped the shield, and put the metal I had been playing with back in my pocket. "Yes sir?"

"Why aren't you keeping an eye on that Nreesce of yours?" he demanded.

Oh sweet heaven, now what had Night done? He had gone to visit Trev'nor, or so he told me before I came out here to experiment. I had thought him safely occupied. "What did he do?" I asked in resignation.

"He's eating the flowers!" Doss was fairly shaking in outrage.

I blinked, sure that I had misheard him. "Flowers?"

"Oh come with me," he snapped before spinning on one heel and storming back into the building.

Bemused, I sprinted to catch up with him, falling easily into step with the puffing Wizard. "What flowers, sir?"

"They are called Blue Whispers," he explained in a short tone. "They were specifically developed at King Guin's request. They can record every sound they hear on their petals, for a twenty-four hour period. Anyone with magical ability can touch their petals, and listen to whatever they have heard."

Sort of a silent and decorative spy, eh? Fascinating! I hadn't known something living could be manipulated to that extent. I wonder how it works? Shaking my head, I tried to focus on the immediate problem. "Where did Night eat one of these flowers?"

"Not one, three!" Doss exclaimed indignantly. "And he did it at the Palace.

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