Ennara focused on the delicate head of purple petals and yellow stamen. She lifted a delicate indigo-stained pine wand lying next to her scribbled notes on healing incantations.
“Mag koil.” Make unharmed.
Darsys and her friends at the front of the room giggled. Inunsolus folded his arms, his white beard pulling the creases in his face into several versions of a scowl.
Ennara bit her lip. How was she supposed to rely on holy magic if it didn’t work?
“Mag koil.” She glared at the plant, imagining its stiff little cells burning with potent life force. A brief indigo shimmer fell onto a limp purple petal.
Her teacher inhaled sharply. Grasping his stave, he pushed himself toward her desk in a few surprisingly quick strides. The pansy, lifeless only moments earlier, slowly curled and relaxed a leaf. Ennara had seen that shimmer once before. Last summer, when she and Kithe traveled aboard the Cissonius to the sunken city of Ililsa. And just before a cabinet of curios, including a severed hand, came to life.
The bloom slowly straightened, its violet color deepening to black. A faint hissing sound tickled Ennara’s ear. She bent toward the little plant, squinting. Suddenly the pansy lunged, revealing a row of crystalline teeth under its bed of stamens.
“Eeep!” Ennara bashed the little flower with the thick end of her wand. Green slime sizzled the end of the stick. The wand clattered to the floor before she realized she had dropped it.
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