Chapter 117: The Gifted Circle
Arawn was stunned by Evanna’s first attempt at using her gift. He wanted to test the strength behind her power; he never expected the stems of the flowers to grow healthy once more. She was not even trained, and after a few seconds of hovering her hand over the plants, he saw the small gold sparks leave her hands and pour into the plants’ roots.
When an elf first retrieves their gift, they need to train their bodies to wield it. It takes a great deal of energy, so like sword fighting, it needs to be practised each day to get better. The skill and strength used behind it will improve. Evanna seemed to have some power behind her already; she just needed some direction in calling on the gift, only wielding enough of the gift dependant on the task and how not to burn out. They would definitely start on small tasks such as this.
Though, what he asked of her was not a minuscule task. He just wanted to assess her capabilities. Arawn nodded his head then reached his hand out for Evanna to take. She had been staring at her hand momentarily and seemed to forget all about his existence. Well, that just won’t do!
Arawn helped her back up; she was still dazed and almost fell into him. He wouldn’t mind it, but he knew Evanna would become flustered, and she needed to focus on her gift. When he was teaching her, the prince would be merciful, or as much as he could be. Evanna steadied herself, stepping out of the prince’s reach and dusting herself down.
"*You did well on your first attempt,*" Arawn praised with a small smile. Evanna looked at him with widened eyes. Was he for real? Her powers barely done anything. The prince chuckled at her disbelieving look, "*I was not expecting much, considering you are only part elf. Plus, a lot of elves fail on their first attempt using their powers.*"
"*Did you?*" Evanna queried. Even as she asked the question, she already knew the answer.
"*Pfft. Of course, I did not fail.*" And as if Arawn needed to make a point, he opened the palm of his hand, and a small swirling snowstorm twisted flurries around in chaotically until it all but disappeared and leaving in its place, was a frozen rose ice sculptor. Evanna looked at it in wonder before staring up at him. Arawn smirked and held her hand before placing the icy rose on it.
Arawn turned his back on her, and Evanna couldn’t help but be in awe of him and, at the same time, think of how much of a show-off he was.
"That’s not fair!" She marched up to him, being careful with the rose in her hand and whisper-shouted, "You’re an actual elf and a royal at that! Of course, you’re going to be amazing!"