[Ava Belpheobe never lived a very adventurous life. Not when you factored in people going on quests and traveling planes and universes and hunting for something over the continentsā¦ no, she took her tutoring and the job at her fatherās shop and found adventure in that enough. More than enough, some days.
When miss Rei-Kenn came in to get a dagger enchanted, it gave her a restlessness sheād not felt in years. And something about the way the woman carried herself, or the familiar way she smiled, orā¦
ā¦something made Ava wonder if, maybe, she could have turned out like that. All tanned skin and scars and calloused hands and knowing winks and the air of someone whoās got stories to share.
When she left, Ava couldnāt help but feel a littleā¦ less, somehow. Not like she was any less than before, butā¦ like sheād given up on something.
Fortunately, the feeling didnāt linger.
Miss Belpheobe finds enough adventure in her own life, after all. In diving into books lent to her for a new spell, or following a cat halfway out of town just to see where it goes, or sitting on her neighborās counter as he goes on about some customer or another. Sheās happy.
She doesnāt know what compels her, then, when miss Rei-Kenn returns, to take her by the hand. To ask her to bring Ava with her, onā¦ just one adventure. Just one would be more than enough for her, she knows it.
But she never gets to ask.
For an instant, as their hands meet, she feelsā¦ so much. Everything. Anything. The hum of the universe is like an orchestra, in chorus with itself a dozen times over. Itās overwhelming, and itās beautiful, andā¦
ā¦and sheās something else, after it.]
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