ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-NINE: Flashes I
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When was it that I lit a promise stick for the first time?
Early April, in the vault with Kibby, during that stretch of days right after he’d figured out how to deliberately move his authority to return her pat. She’d been so ecstatic for a while there. Finally, a real learning partner, doing his sincere best! The same thing the other little wizards in Gwen-lor’s classroom had.
And Alden had been so freshly aware of, and fascinated with, himself that they’d devoured Gwen-lor’s videos together and practiced until they couldn’t anymore, every single session.
A spark at the tips of his fingers, the first flicker on the end of the stick, the smell of it burning…
April, May, June, July, August, September, October.
And here he was now at the end of November, holding an auriad.
And casting sunlight. This is sunlight.