Basic Thaumaturgy for the Emotionally Incompetent

Lorvan had said there was nothing Fabrisse could do about the lore clerk situation. That it was political, above his clearance, best left alone. But Fabrisse had spent the entire night lying awake, watching the cracks on his ceiling shift with the moonlight, thinking about it over and over again. He had tried his best to distract himself by practicing his Stone Resonance Carry, but with his concentration lying elsewhere, the training was ineffective.