Chapter 142: The guidance - 2
Lor let the silence stretch, his hazel eyes steady, his lean frame relaxed but attentive. Then, softly, "Did that make sense?"
Lia blinked first, her green eyes brightening. "Honestly? Yeah."
Sophia nodded slowly, her voice quiet but earnest. "Like much more than anything Miss Silvia’s has taught us this entire term."
"She keeps using words like conduits and channel alignment and interwoven ritual harmonics and what not," Lia muttered, her curvy figure shifting as she leaned back, her green eyes narrowing. "I still don’t know what harmonics even means. Is that even a thing? or is Miss Silvia spelling out some random words to sound smart?"
"I think it’s something musical?" Sophia offered, her blue eyes flickering with uncertainty.
Lor gave a low, amused exhale, his tousled black hair catching the lamplight. "She’s teaching you spell theory like you’re already mid-circle casters. No wonder you’re lost."
"Well," Sophia said, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips, "you did just break it down with sparkles and triangle drawings. That helps."
Lor smiled faintly, his hazel eyes softening. "That’s the trick. Make it feel like play before it starts feeling like control."
He pushed to his feet, stretching briefly, his shirt pulling taut across his lean chest, then turned toward Lia’s desk. "We’re not done yet."
Lia frowned, her red curls bouncing. "More magic?"
Lor opened Mia’s study desk drawer, shuffled a few items aside—pens, a notebook, a stray crystal—and pulled out a thick stack of parchment and an ink pen. "Nope," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Math."
A beat.