Astrelli pulled his shawl a little tighter, the quiet energy of the pool sang to him in ways he only barely understood. He could feel now, how inferior his understanding of the earth was, when he had such a strong grasp of the thaumaturgical arts. Earthsense felt as if he'd pulled something in his foreleg, it was tight and unyielding, almost painfully so.
He sought guidance in his dreams, and in his dreams, he kept re...
