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“Finding outexactlywhat Thessa can do. Have you bothered,son?”
“I’ve seen what she can do. She doesn’t have to prove anything to me.” Balling his fists, Soren huffed one syllable at time, “Do not push her.”
Thessa intervened. “I’m fine.” She eyed Soren to say,we talked about this.
He stepped back while those muscles in his jaw clenched to restrain his mouth.
She ignored him and gave Francis a nod. “Well met, Francis.”
Francis nodded back, holding out his palms and conjuring fireballs atop each. After perfecting his swirling flames, Francis asked, “Now what?”
Jussal cocked his head toward Thessa.
Soren stepped in front of her, facing Francis. “Throw those and they’ll be the last ones you conjure.”
Thessa shoved Soren, unsuccessfully, so she walked around him and said, “No need to throw them Mr. McPorter, I can come to you.”
Hovering her fingers in front of Francis, she couldn’t help but see his russet eyes still plagued with grief. Had he slept at all? She shook off the thought and let her magic go. Not too much, but enough to smother each fireball.
Smoke fizzled in the air between them.
“What are you?” Jussal questioned, shifting closer to her.
Soren side-stepped, blocking his path. “Orphaned, she doesn’t know anything, and just got her powers.”
A partial lie they both agreed to.
Jussal peered around Soren, looking directly at Thessa with a sly grin. “What else can you do?”
“If Mr. McPorter could conjure air, I?—”
Soren spun to face her. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Now, now, son. Let Thessa show us.”
Thessa eyed Soren to say,it’s fine.
He yielded, begrudgingly.
She gave Francis an encouraging nod and he quickly conjured two small spheres of air-magic. The aquamarine color reminded her of Sila’s eyes.
Repeating the same process, Thessa let her magic flow toward him, devouring his air on contact.
Francis snatched his palms back, inspecting them. “I’ve never?—”
“Seen anything like it,” Jussal finished.
Thessa lifted her chin to Jussal. “If hope is what you wish to restore, then you have my permission to restore it.”
Jussal’s lips curved. “You’re remarkable. Thank you.” He shifted his focus to Soren, flattening his features and said, “Train her.”
Then he left, summoning Francis along with him.
Soren plopped on his bedroll, palming his face.
“Is it that obvious?” Thessa asked.
“That my father is spiraling?”